The much taller man stood up so abruptly that she nearly jumped off his lap. "You're a wonderful person," Aletta said, naive as she was. "As for you being a doctor... You're a lot better than that old man we used to go to. I'd much rather be examined by you than-" she tried to add, but got pulled into a long, French kiss that seemed to last forever. His hands slid down over her body and she undid the tie that kept her night gown from falling to her feet, standing in front of him , her hair undone from bobby pins and her young, round-shaped breasts prodding against his green uniform which she started to undo. She could see how his hands trembled with lust, trying to undo his body from the restraints his clothes were to him, but softly pushed his hands away. "Let me do that for you, your hands are a bit shaky," Aletta said, her eyes widening. For a moment his mouth got loose from her neck, and she swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. Feeling his hands upon her hips, she mirrored his moves, slipping her hand inside of his boxershorts and softly stroking the delicate skin of his abdomen.<em>"What do you want from me, meine Liebe?"</em>