Chapter 1 Foehn (beginning section)

Augie growing up in Munich in 1908

Munich--1908

 

The föhn is a dry hot sultry impassioned breath that periodically blows down into Bavaria from the Alps. Winds of this type are sometimes called “snow-eaters” since they can raise the temperature up to 50° F. Its effects on the human psyche are varied, ranging from migraines to psychotic episodes, although conversely, it might cause a state of ecstatic elation. This wind is similar to the Santa Ana in southern California, although whereas the föhn is the result of an adiabatic warming of air from the mountains, the SoCal version is katabatic warming, arising from the desert. Suicides and accidents may go up 10% because of the föhn, although the exact cause has never been proven.

 

Regina was a tasty delectable brunette Bavarian fantasy"too much whipped cream on top of Lebkuchen, six tablespoons of sugar in a cup of tea, a spicy youthful confection. Augie thought of her in that way, almost within his grasp. Aged sixteen when he was eight, Regina was the daughter of uncle Ferenc, the local butcher, who was his father Horst’s brother. However, since she was Augie’s cousin, a family member, she was unreachable. Although intimacy between cousins was not unheard of, it had been made clear to him by his mother Winifried, that she was out of bounds. Evidently though, the same thing had not been made clear to Regina. Unlike the idealized German girl, she was dark-haired, rather than blond. She had an adorable nose that was like a small bird’s beak. Her eyes a deep brown, accented by provocative eyebrows, rather tall and gawky, even possessed of a slight stammer in her speech, she was the female who haunted his daydreams.

On a clear föhn-filled night, Regina was asked to watch him when his parents went for dinner at the home of the Zimmer family. She built a large, industrial-sized fire in the fireplace, making the living room uncomfortably warm. She called Augie out from his room. He saw that Reggie (as he called her) had brought a chair from the dining room and placed it about five feet from the hearth, facing away from the fire.

“Ss-sit!” she commanded, sounding a bit like a hissing snake, with a mischievous grin. He obeyed.

“Now what?” he asked. Regina disappeared into an adjoining room. Augie sat, watching his shadow play across the wall opposite him, feeling uncomfortably warm due to the combination of the fire and the föhn. The large grandfather clock ticked solemnly, tolling the hour, eight o’clock in deep chimes,. Returning with several two-meter lengths of rope, she tied him securely to the chair. She was good with knots, having been taught by her father, who had once been a fisherman.

When she was satisfied, she asked, “Is it g-g-good and tight?”  He tried to move, but he was completely immobilized. “Oh, I love the föhn[1]! Can you hear it howl like a she-wolf in heat?” His eyes followed her as she paced about, gesticulating with her arms. “I feel more beautiful than you could imagine. I could love the world tonight, but instead, I want to dance!” Then she undressed, leaving her clothes folded in a neat pile.  On her feet remained her short white socks and brown leather shoes. “I’m going to show you how to d-d-dance the Schuhplattler,[2]” she announced. He had only imagined what delights lay beneath her clothes. “Now watch closely,” she ordered. In order to appropriately accompany her movement, Regina began to sing a delightful tune that might have been played on an accordion. She hopped energetically as her breasts bounced, slapping her thighs, and raising her heels so she could touch her feet. Occasionally her singing would pause for some of the high shrieks characteristic of the dance. Augie was transfixed by the sight of her slender top-heavy figure and her hairy legs. “You wonder why I do this, don’t you?” she said, being a lustful provocateur. Silently, he nodded.  “Because you’re cute; because you blush. I am like the wife of Candaules, who used to display her nakedness to the king of Lydia each night before she went to bed.” Regina had become Salome, dancing before Herod, with all of her veils removed.  “I am the temptress, beguiling, alluring, steaming, and I want to excite your flesh.” She noticed the small lump in his pants. She made him feel completely uneasy by sitting on his lap, facing him, in order to wrap her legs around him. She kissed him on each cheek. They were both sweating in the warm room. Regina was panting, out of breath, rivulets of perspiration dripping down the center of her sternum between the creamy dollops of her chest, topped with two erect n*****s.

His flushed color caused her to blow gently around his head and shoulders, her mouth’s fragrance, a combination of beer and garlic, simultaneously vile and appealing. His heart had never beaten so quickly. “Allow me to quench your fire. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Silence met her question. “Hm-hmm!” she said. “I will recall this with delight, many years from now, Augie, when I am old and wrinkled. Try as you will, you will never catch up to me.  I will b-beat you to the grave, and you will look down upon me as I sleep.” Then she laughed and continued to nibble on either side of his neck and earlobes. His accelerated breathing could be heard, as Regina bussed his cheek greedily once more.

“I can’t breathe!” he struggled to utter.

Tired of this, she stood, put on her woolen skirt and white blouse, pushed her locks back with a hair slide, until she looked as innocent as she had before. Then she untied him. “Now it’s time for bed.” Regina took him to his room, undressed him, and put him in his nightclothes before she tucked him in, turned off the light, and shut the door.

Augie wanted to go to sleep as quickly as possible.

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[1] foehn"a brisk wind that blows from the Bavarian mountains. Its effects on humans can range from euphoria to anxiety. Though these affects are unproven by doctors.

[2] SHOO-plaht-ler"A traditional Bavarian dance characterized by rhythmic hops and slaps.

Author's Note

Just posted a youtube video of my own reading of the beginning of this section.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IC86vGoDQ_U

Reviews

[nono]

The fact is I really don't need to be told what those words mean, my Grandma is full German, and my third oldest cousin studies German, and has taken the time to teach me some. I find it amazing that there are no spelling errors or such, usually people are in such a hurry and type so fast that they don't notice. I'm very interested in this. I love the scheme and and the layout of the story you gave.

Well I think that image wont leave my head for a while.
The only thing I could see that was out of place was an odd " instead of a space.
"Regina was a luscious brunette Bavarian fantasy[b]"[/b]too much whipped cream on top of Lebkuchen,"

[dazrite]

I like it. Exotic and alluring Europeans. Don't read too much about them. I would read more. The female character is intriguing. I'm glad you didn't make her perfect; writers tend to make their characters a little too beautiful to be believed. Her hairy legs gives it a touch of reality.

IMHO, the word 'unreachable' bothered me, and I thought you drummed on this idea a little too much. I understood what you were saying right away--verboten.

...mother, Winifred, ... comma
...(as he called her) had she.... (remove the 'she')
...seen, let alone, .. comma again, I think.

Send me an alert when you continue this one.

[Bubo]

Intensely erotic..........and straight away I sunk into both characters, equal in strength, fabulous writing, and intriguing.........very much enjoyed!