It happened before I was 20 and it was the beginning of summer. Although I was no longer "wet behind the ears", but not guaranteed dry. At least not dry enough for Mary.
I had just separated from my 4 years older girlfriend Jutta, after I found her diary by chance when I was cleaning. Oh my, did we have a crazy time. I had never seen a diary before, left alone led one myself. So I was curious and opened the last pages, just to find out what she was thinking about me. I leafed through in shock, more and more backwards, only to find out that I was not alone, apart from the fact that all the other were GI's.
I met Jutta beginning of April 76 in a Beer parlor in Frankfurt where I had a temporary job as a waiter. I got the position because I looked like 5-6 years older than I actually was. Damned Heroin.
Back then in group-home where I was living at the time, I was beaten to it the group member's. I guess it is called peer pressure. - Well, I would say that it was the reinsurance practice of another group member, belonging to the youth home, who was running from within his drug market with Hashish, Heroin, and Speed.
He had all of us 7 Boys, 15 to 21 years brought onto the needle, with brute force when needed, as insurance not to be betrayed by us to caretakers/educators, or even the police. Which we did not, because of our dependence on him, to supply us with more drugs.
I ran off when he discovered that I only pretended to inject the poison into my arms, with the consequence that I was fixed up again in the middle of the night by his "Gang".
My flight ended in Frankfurt and of course the night's were too cold by the end of October. I started hanging out in Bars until I finally got stuck as a waiter at the "Old Smuggler".
When I met Jutta, it somehow sparked between us and after her third or even fourth visit and she waited until to 4.am (closing time) and took me to her apartment in Offenbach. At the Bus stop, she was quite pushy and did not rest until I stopped to block her. She said that by this time at a Sunday morning, there was no way that someone was up and outside and stuffed my raging hard on in her throat. O my God. Never before had I met such a Sex-crazed Girl. She actually managed to suck the last drop out of me and lift my zipper just in time before the Bus came around the corner. The rest is history.
For the next three days we only rose from the bed to eat, steal food and cigarettes, to smoke hashish or go at again, even in the Bathroom. But even there, we hurried to get into the tub or shower. One of her Kitchen Chairs, not considering our combined weight, collapsed and it was only by luck that we survived the break without a scratch. Otherwise, we were permanently access at it, just as the proverbial rabbits.
Then I had my wake up call. Jutta was constantly horny, simply, because 5 years earlier, her mother had forced here to hide with the Grandparents in northern Germany because of an unplanned pregnancy.
"The shame, the shame.... And all of town knows that the father is a notorious criminal."
Jutta was forced with death threats by her own mother, to release her Son immediately after birth for adoption, before she would be allowed to come back to Offenbach. In the two months that I was with her, she and been out alone for several times, staying for the night. And she got naked with the others, as she wrote in her diary, each time with the final note: "I hope I got pregnant this time."
That was it; -- By, by Jutta.
There I was. Alone again - but thank God, I also had my old job back, in order not to lose my own apartment.
One Sunday morning about 5-6 weeks later at a tram stop at the Frankfurt Fairs was a very good looking woman, I guessed her to be early to middle thirties and about 5'7" tall. She was apparently a bit anxious. Normally, I walked home after work. But I knew that the area we were at was not exactly the safest. So I decided to wait for the first Tram and engaged the woman in a conversation to calm her down.
She confessed that a few friends had left her in a "Trattoria", without telling her that they were leaving while she was at the bathroom. We still had to wait about another 40 minutes until the arrival of the first Trolley car. She asked me what young man like me, was doing here so early on a Saturday morning. I said that I just had gotten off from work an hour before and had gone to a nearby "Restaurant" for a snack. Because of my Slang she noticed that I was from "out of town" and wanted to know what had lead me to move into the big City. By then the first tram had arrived and we hopped on. During the ride, I told her a little bit of me, my life in the home and my job as a waiter. Some when during the trip, I offered her to bring here home before I would go home myself. She accepted my offer. Of course I said nothing of Heroin since I was clean again, anyway. Not a single injection in the last 5 months.
She then began to tell about herself and her husband whom she had hardly seen for 18 months. Yes, he called her every couple of days from Egypt, where he worked as a structural engineer at the Aswan Dam.
