Konrad's Memoirs

A few steps before she reached the desk, Lottie paused uncertainly, her eyes nervously twitching between the cup in her hand and my face, her lower lip sucked between her front teeth. I watched her carefully, amused over her despair obvious. 

I thought that this was as far as she would make herself approach me and in attempt to help her I stood up, taking a step towards her just as her own feet moved and very awkwardly we bumped into each other; the cup overturned as she accidentally pushed the delicate china against my chest and spilled the hot, brown liquid on the front of my shirt.

We both jumped away like two startled cats, trying to escape a heavy blow. Before I could stop myself or even think properly, a curse escaped my lips and I looked at Lottie with astonishment. ‘Foolish girl!’ I yelled and her eyes welled up with tears of terror, dropping the saucer and cup. They bounced on the heavy carpeting, the handle of the cup breaking off. The plate with cookies followed, spilling the moon-shaped snacks on top of the growing coffee stain. 

Lottie’s hands flew to her face, covering her mouth, somewhat muffling her scream. ‘Oh, Herr Konrad, I’m so sorry!’ she wailed. ‘I didn’t mean to do that, I didn’t know you’d stand up so quickly!’ 

I was always the one with a quick temper; luckily for the people on the receiving end, however, my spirits seemed to calm as soon as they overflowed into a fury. ‘No, no Lottie,’ I tried to suppress my annoyance over her clumsiness. ‘I’m the one who is sorry, Lottie, it was my fault, really.’ I said and stepped over the brown stain sprinkled with bits of crumbled cookies. 

‘Come,’ I said and took her in my hands, hugging her like a little girl. She was much shorter than me, the top of her head barely reaching my chin. I pressed a kiss on her forehead while her body trembled in my embrace. ‘We’ll just find a clean shirt of Johann’s that I can borrow and it’ll all be fine,’ I said reassuringly and she bobbed her head against my chest in consent. 

‘Come,’ I said and grabbed her by the hand, pulling her towards the door gently. Cookies and coffee forgotten, she followed obediently, her sniffing making her very adorable. 

I must confess I was astonished at how naïve she appeared to be. Walking hand in hand with me, climbing the stairs towards Johann’s bedroom as if I was her baby brother, who needed a simple change of clothes. She was seemingly completely unaware of the intentions her actions provoked in me. As we entered the room, I noted the rich, wine colored velvet covering the huge bed, matching the seat cushions on the small ottoman by the wall and chairs that stood in front of the window, looking out into the garden sprawling at the back of the house. Lottie didn’t seem to be aware of my lustful glances racing between the bed and her huge bottom. She walked to the massive closet at the opposite wall from the ottoman and threw its doors open. I saw a neat row of impeccably white shirts, brushed black and gray jackets, numerous hats sitting on the shelf above and just as numerous pairs of shiny black shoes, appearing to toe an invisible line on the bottom. Not one piece of clothing was out of place. That was Johann for you, all right!

As she carefully rummaged through the whiteness in the closet, I slowly unbuttoned my coffee-stained shirt, noticing the wet circle on my gray trousers. ‘Better choose a pair of pants, too,’ I said and without turning she nodded, still busying herself with search for a shirt. 

I unbuttoned my pants and let them slide down to my ankles. I plumped on the bed and pushed off my shoes one by one, kicking off the pants as well. I noticed a small red burn on the front of my thigh, which I had not felt any pain from. This young girl had made me so hot that pain was beyond me, it seemed. I stood up and realized that I must have made an odd spectacle; hairy legs clothed in high black socks, white underpants reaching half way to my knobby knees, unbuttoned stained shirt and equally stained white undershirt. 

I felt my dick stirring again, slowly rising in salute to the glorious view of Lottie’s big ass, which was softly bobbing from side to side while she rummaged through Johann’s clothes. I was almost jealous of her hands carefully touching the starched shirts instead of caressing my manhood, which so obviously needed some serious attention. 

Finally, satisfied with her find of a shirt and a pair of pants, she turned her back towards the soldierly array of white, gray and black and faced me. Her eyes flew wide open at the sight of me standing just feet away, unashamedly indecent, practically half-naked. 

‘Look what you’ve done to me,’ I pointed my finger to below my waist. Very predictably, her stare landed on a small red burn on my thigh, and her hands flew to her mouth. She nearly poked herself in the eye with the hangers. 

‘I’ve got some balm you can use,’ she said and only then did she notice that I was really pointing to a pyramid-shaped bulge in my underpants. I thought her eyes were going to pop straight out of her head. She let go of the hangers and completely covered her mouth with her hands, muffling a scream. The clothes scattered on the floor, and I had a right mind to crack a sarcastic joke about her inefficiency, but thought the better of it. This was a delicate moment and if I blew it, I might not get what I yearned for so desperately. 

Tears welled up in her eyes again, but she did not utter another sound, nor did she move. She looked at me in horror, which only deepened what I assumed was an expression of amusement and wickedness on my part. I was grinning openly now. Success! 

I slowly walked towards her. The closer I came the more vigorous shaking of her head became. ‘No, Herr Konrad,’ she whispered. ‘Please, don’t.’ I decided to ignore her protests, as in my experience, with exception of my rigid wife of course, “no” usually meant, “oh yes, please; I just have to decently pretend for a moment, you understand”. 

As I stood close enough to catch the smell of her hair, I leaned forward and gently hugged her. I pressed my lips against her, and this time she did respond, reluctantly, I have to admit, but there was a definite return noted. I pulled the shirt off my shoulders and let it fall on top of the clean one that had been chosen by Lottie only seconds before. I didn’t care if it left the stain on the carpet, the other shirt or for that matter, the rest of the world. This little birdie was mine and I would enjoy her as much as I could. 

‘Come,’ I grabbed her by the arm and led her slowly to the bed. ‘You look as if you need to sit down,’ I said and she followed reluctantly. As we reached the soft velvet cover, I pushed her down on the bed and stood in front of her, my dick pushing through the underpants as if in a hurry to take place my lips had just left. 

‘Your kisses did that to me,’ I said and put my hand on my underpants, stroking my dick softly. Lottie closed her eyes and a tear slid down each of her flushed cheeks. She was trembling now and rather than just crudely forcing her to do something that she was obviously fearful of, I sat next to her, pushing her back onto the bed, her legs still dangling off the edge. I laid next to her, supporting myself on an elbow, my free hand cupping her full face. I leaned over and started kissing her deeply, my tongue forcing its way between her lips and her perfect small white teeth, rubbing against her tongue, brushing against the top of her mouth. Her response was far from passionate, but it was there. 

My hand slid off her face and found its way to her glorious bosom, grabbing each of the breasts and kneading them softly, slipping under the top of her dress, finding the hard nipples, pinching them ever so gently. She closed her eyes and I squeezed one of her breasts hard, forcing her look at me, startled. 

‘I want you to look at me,’ I said and pulled the assaulted breast out of the dress, leaning over her and suckling the nipple as if I was a babe in need of feeding. The smacking sounds of sucking made her gasp and moan. I felt her fingers running through my hair and gratefully bit down on her deep brown hardness. Her body jerked and a loud “Ah” escaped her lips. 

‘You like that, don’t you?’ I whispered and turned my head in time to see her shaking hers in denial again. Okay, now I learned to read her pattern. The more she said no, the more she wanted it. No surprise there! I was probably one of those ‘pigs’ who always believed all women were whores, one just had to know how to bring it out of them.

My hand now left the breast and slid down her body, hiking up the skirts, revealing her beautiful thighs. Her weak protests did not make me stop. If nothing else, my actions became firmer and in no time, I had her skirts pushed up all the way onto her stomach, leaving me with a glorious view of her white legs and a clear, wet stain on her clean underwear. 

My dick was throbbing, asking for what it considered was its right. “Not yet, my friend” I thought and let out a soft giggle. I didn’t want her to think that I was laughing at her. I was just amused by the obviously easy conquest to come, which by Lottie’s responses would give pleasure to us both. 

I pushed her legs apart and made my way up her thighs slowly, squeezing her flesh softly, each of my moves followed by her stirring or moaning, her hand sometimes reaching towards me as if to stop me, but never actually doing so. I placed my hand between her legs, covering the wet spot on her underpants and pressing down on it, knowing that I was hitting that delicate little bud of female pleasure, even though I couldn’t see it yet. She jerked wildly and almost set up, only to plop back on the bed unceremoniously, her moans becoming louder by the minute. 

I started rubbing between her legs slowly, and each time I pressed down, her thighs would twitch, seemingly beyond her control. ‘See?’ I whispered, looking over her body into her eyes, which obediently remained open. ‘I knew you’d like it, you’re all wet for me now.’

‘Oh, no,’ she whined but I didn’t take that as a protest, as it clearly did not seem to be. Rather an audible confirmation of her shame over the pleasure that her body appreciated. I jumped off the bed and stood in front of her, reaching for her underpants, pulling them down, when she finally managed to voice her protests in panic. ‘No, please, don’t.’ She was ready to cry again. 

‘Shush, girl!’ I said sternly. ‘I just want to see,’ I added softly, continuing to pull her underpants over her ass. ‘If you don’t let me take them off nicely, I will have to rip them,’ I said and this warning seemed to put halt to her struggle. ‘I just want to see it, Lottie.’ I said and she slightly lifted her ass in assistance. ‘I bet it’s just as beautiful as you are.’ Of course that did the trick. Protest and struggles subsided completely and I managed to slide her underpants all the way down her legs and unhook them over her small feet, which were still firmly planted in a pair of ankle-high, lace up boots. I couldn’t be bothered with that now; it was actually quite appealing to have her only half undressed. I knew the time would come when she laid in front of me stark naked, but not today. 

Her underpants in a heap at the side of the bed, I pushed her legs apart again, and took a look at a glorious pinkness of her pussy, with angry red bud pointing towards me. ‘Oh, yes,’ I whispered excitedly. ‘Just as beautiful as you are, Lottie!’ I said and dropped to my knees. I had to taste the sweetness of her juices or I would go mad. I pushed my face between her legs and touched her clitty with the tip of my tongue. Lottie thrashed wildly and this time she did manage to sit up, pushing me away from her. 

‘No!’ she screamed. ‘Stop!’ The threat of yet again bursting in tears was clearly visible on her face. ‘That is disgusting!’ she exclaimed. 

I sighed and stood up. This girl could be difficult when she put her mind to it. I pushed her back down, at the same time lying on top of her, my feet still awkwardly touching the floor. ‘It’s not disgusting, Lottie. That’s what people do,’ I whispered, kissing her lips between every few words. ‘It’s not disgusting, it’s beautiful. It’ll make you feel nice, Lottie,’ I said and looked into her eyes. She tried to shake her head, but I grabbed it firmly, preventing her from moving.

‘Yes!’ I exclaimed a bit too loud. ‘Yes,’ I repeated in a whisper, ‘Just a little bit Lottie.’ Another thought popped into my mind. ‘If you don’t like it after a while, I’ll stop, I promise.’ My cock was so eager to be relieved of its restrains and enter her soft pussy that it was throbbing wildly now. I pushed it against her soft wetness and she moaned loudly, closing her eyes. I pushed again and knew that if I kept doing it, I could not help but finishing in a few short thrusts right there in my own underclothes, robbing myself of the ultimate pleasure of shooting my hot spunk deep inside her pussy. 

I got off her and knelt between her legs again. This time she did not try to stop me. The tip of my tongue returned to the small bud, which it left only moments ago and I ran it over her clitoris as if trying to push it off her body. I pressed down on it and with each motion, her thighs twitched, backs of her knees finding their way onto my shoulders. I placed my lips on the clitty and started suckling it just as I had done with her nipple before. She lifted her knees off my shoulders and replaced them with her feet now, the soles of her boots firmly planted on each side of my neck, opening herself completely. I was baffled by this act of bravery; however, this gave me a chance to use my fingers as well, and while sucking roughly on her clitty, I slipped one finger inside her pussy, dripping wet with Lottie’s own juices. Initially, I slipped it in only to my first knuckle, then further to the second, waiting to hit the virginal block, which I was so certain, was still there. I waited for Lottie to cry out in pain and try jumping up again, but she did neither. The deeper I pushed, the smoother my entrance was. I pulled the finger out and in the company of a second one pushed them both in, as deep as I could. 

No resistance. No crying or squealing. The bitch was not even a virgin! As much as I was disappointed over this, I was glad that I had an obviously free reign without any dramatic interruptions. I sucked on her clitty, roughly now, making Lottie push her booted feet against my shoulders and lift her ass a bit, in attempt to help my fingers dig deeper. This was one juicy little cunt. I could feel it being tight, though, and the thought of my dick following my fingers made my head spin. 

I let go of the clitty, pulling my fingers out of her, my tongue exploring the rest of her pussy, slipping inside her warm hole, imitating the motions that my dick would soon be allowed to do. Lottie’s thrashing became more intense, her moans have now turned into yelling, in a few short minutes followed by a high pitched scream as she arched her back and smacked my face with her sopping wet pussy, her body trembling, the juices flowing freely. She had reached the climax that I wanted to reach myself, but was happy to be able to let her get the taste of it first.

It had not taken much effort on my part to make her cum this hard. Her ass continued to thrash up and down for a while longer and I obligingly followed the path of her pussy with my tongue. I wanted to clean her juices, but my dick was not going to wait that long, I was well aware of that. 

I pushed her feet off my shoulders and stood up. Lottie’s eyes were still closed and her body shivered as if cold, despite the humid warmth of the summer afternoon. I pulled my underpants off, not bothering to step out of them, they were simply left bundled around my ankles; quite unceremoniously I must admit. 

‘Look, Lottie,’ I said and nudged her arm. She opened her eyes, and they seemed to grow larger and larger at the sight of my dick. Women’s reaction to my dick always excited me beyond belief. It was appropriately long, nothing out of the ordinary; however, it was thicker then most that I had seen. Definitely thicker than Johann’s dick, which I very satisfyingly observed a few months earlier when we were involved in a threesome at Madame Frieda’s house of pleasure, resembling a long but painfully thin pencil. What my dick did to the little whore in a few strokes, Johann’s couldn’t in fifteen minutes of heavy pounding. It made her scream in ecstasy, driving my own self with delight.

‘Oh, no!’ was Lottie’s predictable response, who to my relief was still too weak to physically resist me. Throughout that afternoon I noticed that the girl was as strong as a bull; she could snap that little Sebastian of hers in two like a twig, had she chosen to.

I placed my hands behind her knees, driving them up, pushing them almost to the level of her stomach, placing the top of my dick on the entrance of her pussy. I was hard as a rock and the shaft that I was headed for was so wet with her tarty juices that I didn’t need to use my hand for guidance. I simply pressed my weight down and slid inside, burying half of my dick in one clean stroke. 

Lottie screamed, her hands forming into fists, her eyes wide with discomfort, but I could swear I saw pleasure in them, too. I pushed my fingers deep into her flesh to keep her legs from hitting me while she thrashed. And boy, thrash she did!

As I slowly continued burying my dick inside her glorious pinkness, a little deeper with each stroke, she gripped her stomach, a sign that this intrusion was painful to her; at least I thought so. ‘It’ll get better, soon,’ I said and kept pumping in deeper. I felt sweat beads forming on my forehead, my undershirt was almost soaking wet, and it wasn’t from the spilt coffee. 

I was never a marathon fucker, never strived to be one, but I could work my dick for an admiring length of time. Today, however, Lottie had me so excited that my balls started to tingle almost immediately after I slammed inside her tight pussy. I tried to hold off for a while, I slowed down some, but the powerful squeeze of her muscles made me all the more excited, wanting nothing else but to shoot my hot load deep inside of her body. 

As I felt the inevitable approach with neck breaking speed, I let go of one of her legs and placed my fingers on the little bud, rubbing it vigorously. ‘Come on, Lottie,’ I whispered, barely able to speak from the effort. 

‘Oh, oh,’ she replied. ‘You’re hurting me!’ Throughout my dick’s assault her face cringed in pain and I swear some of it was from pleasure, too. She tried to keep her eyes open as I told her to, but they kept snapping shut tightly almost each time I rammed deep inside. Her moans were loud, sometimes reaching the pitch of a scream. Each one was music to my ears and a stroke to my dick.

‘Cum, Lottie!’ I yelled, rubbing her clitty like a madman, squeezing her leg to the point where I was certain it would bruise. I kept fucking her furiously; sweat now trickling down the side of my face. ‘Cum with me, Lottie,’ I gasped. ‘Cum all over my dick!’ 

I noticed that the crude remarks as shocking as they were to her seemed to push her closer towards the inevitable moment. I kept pumping inside her plump, white body, now flushed deep pink. 

‘That’s right,’ I whispered loudly. ‘Push back, oh yes!’ She pushed back so hard she almost threw me off balance. ‘Cum now, cum! I can’t wait, Lottie, you’re so tight and hot.’ But I managed a few more forceful blows, each one accompanied by a smack on her bare, fat ass cheek, all the while telling her to cum with me, cum on my dick, to show me how much she liked it. 

Her moans have now turned into loud screams, each closely following the furious rammings of my dick. She yelled that she was hurting, that I was too big, to please stop, to please continue. Her pleasure and pain had mixed into a divine response of her ass, torso and head wildly trashing, her fists banging against the bed cover, her feet kicking against my shoulders. 

I realized that my moment was coming and I couldn’t hold it back any longer, nor did I want to. I smacked Lottie’s ass so hard I could feel the sting of it on the palm of my hand. ‘I’m cumming, Lottie!’ I yelled hurriedly. My head spun, I grabbed onto her legs as if this was the only way I could keep myself from falling and as I felt hot spunk shooting out of my dick into her pussy, her muscles contracted tightly, milking me dry, giving me the biggest pleasure I had ever experienced. 

Her ass slammed against me and a loud “Aaaaa, yeeeeees” escaped her lips. Her entire body was spasming and in a rush of physical nirvana, I realized that the shy, slow, little Lottie had just had another violent orgasm, her mouth hanging open even after the scream had rang off, a tiny trickle of drool leaving a shiny path on her cheek. 

I stilled and tried to catch my breath, looking at her face, slowly unwrinkling from the previous mixture of pleasure and pain. I was still leaning against her legs, which were now weak and limp, barely supporting my weight. 

I have wanted for this to happen since the moment I saw her sitting in the other chap’s lap, unashamedly exposing her thighs to my prying eyes. As I moved, my dick slid out of her pussy, followed by a small gush of my sperm, mixed with her own juices. This looked simply too tempting to ignore and I fell down to my knees, starting to lick her pink glory clean. 

She tried to protest, but it was a weak attempt. It has taken me a few minutes to finish what I had started. As I finally completed the final act, I stood up and plopped next to her, noticing that her breathing had still not slowed, one of her breasts exposed just as I had pulled it out from under her dress before. 

‘Taste your pussy on my lips, Lottie!’ I whispered and bent over to give her a kiss. 

‘No, please,’ she turned her head away. ‘Enough,’ her own voice did not reach beyond a whisper either. 

I turned her head with my hand and kissed her anyway. This time, she responded to my intrusive tongue. She sucked on it, just as I had sucked on her nipple and clitty before, she licked her juices off my lips, she was simply a new Lottie that I had never known. 

‘I shall return again tomorrow,’ I said as I got up to change the few clothes that were left wrinkled on my sweaty body. ‘And maybe, we can find another place to put this little fellow in.’ I waved my limp dick in her direction and she simply closed her eyes. I was not certain she quite understood what I meant, but knowing her, she would think about it carefully throughout the evening, and upon my return the following day, I would have the same, frightened and lustful Lottie again to play with. My sweet little servant girl!

A whole week passed before I found my way back to Johann’s house. And back to Lottie. It was not the lack of interest that kept me away from her, far from it. I thought about her everyday, it seemed like I was thinking of her all the time. 

Farting about with guilty pleasures rather than devoting my time to some serious work finally caught up with me and I found myself buried in accounts, shipment schedules and catalogue reports for six days straight. By the end of it all, I was so exhausted from concentration, my children’s insistent requests for papa to come and play, and most of all from my wife Sophia’s suspicious glares, that I spent two days in bed, shivering with fever and fatigue. 

The streak of beautiful summer weather had turned on us, too and it was on a miserably cold and rainy Monday when I had found myself slowly skipping over puddles, jumping in attempts to avoid the splashing caused by numerous horse drawn coaches and carts, which sped down the paved streets, completely oblivious to the hardship of pedestrians, who were trying to get from one place to another without being drowned in filth. 

Uncharacteristic winds for this time of the year were wildly blowing under my umbrella and long coat, playfully pushing them up, making me shiver with cold, as I was still not completely recuperated from the bout of slight illness, which had me in bed for two days. 

I could not resist pleadings of my youngest daughter Sabine, the apple of my eye when she asked that I let her come along and had foolishly allowed her to accompany me to uncle Johann’s house after she had promised that she would quietly play in the study while I worked, fully aware that the house was empty of any company for her. 

By the time we reached Johann’s house, we were completely soaked, shivering with cold, giving an appearance of two stray dogs that got caught in the downpour. As I reached for the steel knocker to announce our arrival, I was hit by a sharp stab of jealousy; a vivid image of Lottie sitting on her boyfriend’s lap made me change my mind and quietly push the front door open. I pressed my finger against Sabine’s lips, motioning her to be quiet. She looked at me curiously, with a mischievous conspiracy of a child and I whispered that we didn’t want to scare Lottie, did we?

How would we not scare the poor girl by simply showing up out of nowhere did not cross my 6-year old daughter’s mind. 

We entered quietly; pausing in the big hallway, while I listened intently for any hushed conversation, muffled yelps or anything else that I hoped would not be heard. The bang of the pan against the stove almost made me hit the ceiling; it was not loud but in my head it equaled the thunderbolt. I sighed in relief. She was alone, obviously going about her everyday business. 

‘Lottie!’ I yelled out and the pan hitting the floor, bouncing twice before she managed to catch it – at least in my mind – told me that we achieved exactly what I wanted and told my daughter that we should not do. I would bet my life I spooked her just as much as I did when walking in on her and Sebastian a few days earlier. 

For one long moment there was no response until my daughter echoed my call. ‘Lottie?’ she yelled and looked up at me, smiling worriedly. ‘Lottie, it’s us, Sabine and papa.’ 

Hurried steps approached the entrance to the kitchen and Lottie’s soft body wobbled into view. ‘Oh, oh.’ She said, brushing strands of long hair that escaped her ribbon away from her face. 

I was surprised to see my Lottie changed from the way I’ve known her for the past two years, since she had been serving in Johann’s house. Tight braids were gone and her hair was softly pulled into the bun on the back of her head, streaks of it wildly waving around her face. At that moment, she equaled an image of an angel. 

‘Good afternoon, Lottie,’ I said pleasantly, amused at her confusion. I could have been wrong, of course, but I swear that panic in her eyes gave way to satisfaction. She was glad to see me!

‘Oh, my god!’ Lottie exclaimed finally and ran from the kitchen door all the way down the hallway to where we stood. ‘This child is soaking wet!’ she put her hands on Sabine’s hair and shot me an accusatory look. ‘She’ll catch her death with you dragging her around in this weather!’ Obviously, she had enough of motherly instinct to show real interest even outside her employment. 

‘Come, Sabine,’ she said and took my daughter’s hand. ‘Let’s find you some dry clothes and a towel for your hair.’ Sabine was utterly amused by this bout of attention. ‘Come, come,’ repeated Lottie and gently pulled the little girl away from me, hurrying towards the staircase that led to the children’s bedrooms. 

I was left standing in the cold hallway as they rushed upstairs, Sabine taking two stairs at the time in order to be able to keep up with Lottie. I took my raincoat off and carelessly threw it over the high chair that was standing by the wall next to the front door. A book that I brought as a present for Lottie was hidden in the inside pocket of the coat, heavily weighing it down, pulling it off the chair. Chill ran up and down my spine and I regretted my weakness in allowing Sabine to come with me. The weather was too harsh for her frail health, even if we were in the middle of the summer. 

As I settled myself in Johann’s study, flipping through the papers on his desk, completely lacking concentration needed to perform the task that I should have been undertaking, Lottie and Sabine appeared at the door, again holding hands, presenting an image of an odd couple of playmates. 

I was able to take a good look at Lottie, wrapped up in a warm cardigan, which to my utter disappointment hid the generous cleavage that had excited me so much the first time I took the liberty of touching her body a few days ago. The cardigan was stained with white powdery streaks where she had brushed the flour off her hands while obviously baking just before Sabine and I came. Her face was pale with dark bags under her eyes, which nervously flickered between my daughter and me. 

‘I will warm up some soup, Herr Konrad.’ She said as if expecting my consent. I simply nodded and she gently caressed the top of Sabine’s head. ‘Would you like to come with me?’ she asked and Sabine shot me a pleading look. I nodded again and without another word, they turned on their heels in unison and disappeared into the hallway. 

The wet clothes on my body, which Lottie obviously chose to ignore, were making me shiver and I was certain that I would be the one catching death if I did not change soon. Satisfied with decision that I was wasting my time trembling at the desk covered in papers that I could not stand to devote another minute of my time to, I walked to the kitchen and popped my head through the entrance. Sabine was sitting on the kitchen counter next to the stove, according to my wife Sophia, a very unladylike behavior, happily chatting with Lottie, while carefully observing her every move. Lottie was stirring the pot on the stove, filling the kitchen with divine smells of fresh vegetables and spices. 

‘I’ll just run upstairs and change into something dry.’ I said and Sabine turned around, smiling and waving at me like a little princess sitting on a throne. At the sound of my voice, Lottie jumped up as if I had just screamed in her ear, spinning around so quickly that for a moment I was afraid the pot of steaming liquid would follow. I had seen her be clumsy more than once, never mind that it was always caused by my words and actions. Her eyes would have easily reached the size of teacup saucers. 

‘Papa,’ called Sabine just as I retrieved into the hallway and I popped my head back into the warmth of the kitchen. ‘Lottie is making us some soup!’ she declared satisfyingly, as if I was oblivious to the fact. 

‘Yes,’ I said and smiled at both of them. ‘That’s very nice of Lottie!’ I winked at my daughter and she giggled loudly. As I climbed the stairs to Johann’s bedroom, I winked to myself, expecting Lottie to be even much nicer later on. 

It was late in the afternoon when Lottie finished cooking dinner, which was a far cry from a simple soup. Large serving plates held deliciously looking and smelling pieces of chicken and pork, colorful vegetables overflowed the white porcelain bowl in the middle of the table, two gravy cups steamed with aroma of sweet and sour thickness which was to cover little mounds of yellowish mashed potatoes, slapped on our plates with Lottie’s experienced hand. She might be clumsy, but food she knew. Cooking and serving was mastered to perfection. 

A cup of rich black coffee stood by my plate while Sabine carefully sipped on chamomile tea, adding another teaspoon of sugar each time her tiny lips left the rim of the mug. Finally satisfied with the outcome she nodded and grabbed her fork, ready to dig into the pile of mash potatoes. 

I knew I was risking my wife’s wrath if Sabine ever told on me, but I could not stop myself from inviting Lottie to join us. After all, the dinner was her work and she had every right to enjoy it. ‘Come, Lottie,’ I said and pushed the chair at my side away from the table with my foot. ‘Have dinner with us.’ 

Lottie shook her head and thanked me. It would not be appropriate for a servant to share the dining room table with us, even though we were not her employers, we were both well aware of that. 

‘This is too much food for the two of us,’ I tried to reason with her. ‘It would be a shame for it to go to waste.’ Lottie stole a careful look at Sabine, obviously wanting to eat with us, but fearful of possible consequences. 

‘Yes, Lottie!’ exclaimed Sabine with a mouthful. ‘Eat with us!’ A small blob of mashed potatoes shot out of her mouth and landed on the table, next to my plate. 

‘Sabine!’ I exclaimed warningly. The girl bowed her head and whispered her apologies. Being playful was all good and dandy, but there was no need for rudeness. 

‘Now,’ I turned to Lottie after being satisfied that I had dealt with Sabine’s liberties in a proper manner. ‘Sit down, Lottie! I will not hear of it,’ I added as she shook her head again. ‘Sit down and eat with us.’ She was still uncertain, although her hand slowly crept towards the offered chair. ‘Please.’ I added and Lottie carefully sat down, offering Sabine a smile. 

We enjoyed the rich taste of the food, warmth of the house lulling us into lazy silence. By the time Sabine’s plate was almost empty, I could see that she struggled to keep her eyes open. She must have been exhausted after our walk in the windy and cold weather, her body whipped with uncomfortable rain and finally having her belly filled with delicious food.