Hitler walked slowly towards Anne frank his moustache tingled with anticipation he used to look at her the same way he looked at any Jew but there was something about her something in the way she talked not aryne no but still pure the wind blow her hair a cross her face so she had to tuck it behind her ear. He moved closer his soft aryne lips caressed her neck. She ran her hands through his soft hair. He pushed her agents the wall he moved her silk dress out the way. She was so tens just like the rest of the Jews after the Nazi’s took over but she soon loosened up with the gentile touch of the führer she was thrust up the wall her legs rapped round his was as the might of the German army was thrust inside her
