Trafika Europe 1 - Northern Idyll
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However, letters were not Anna Sofia’s strong suit, she

needed someone else to read her lines aloud, at which point

she would memorize them. And that other person was no

less than Commandant Emilius von Løbner. He was patient

and kind and read well, and he never forgot to light a fire in

the Bilegger stove so that the room was cozy. Sometimes

these readings lasted past midnight, and during the breaks

Løbner offered the budding actress sweet wine and fair

words. And she let herself be enticed by his ripe charms,

becoming giggly, inviting, and compliant.

“Just call me Emilius,” he said, placing a sweetmeat on her

moist, pink tongue. He received permission to bathe her

with an expensive soap, telling her that this was how the

illustrious enjoyed themselves in the King’s city. He placed a

dish of warm water on the table and rubbed soap into the

wet washcloth; she consented to let him wash her face and

neck and along her hairline. Nor did she protest when he

untied her blouse, washed under her arms, and carefully

dried the sweat off her heavy breasts. She enjoyed this

intriguing midnight game, allowed him suckle her breasts,

and made no objection when he undid her skirt. He said

“hopsasa,” and she lifted her rump while he spread a towel

on the chair to keep the plush dry, and the towel was so

large that he also folded it over her thatch, so that she

would not feel too exposed. While he washed her toes, one

after the other, he caressed and patted her thighs, which he

called love’s white columns. And Anna Sofie purred with

well-being, just like the Bilegger stove.