“So,” said Mme. Waschbaer, “have you concluded your interviews?”
“For the moment, perhaps,” said Inspector-General Baumkopf. “The investigation is ongoing, of course.”
“Of course,” Waschbaer said smoothly. “We can’t let these girls, patriots all, do too much for the war effort, can we? Think of the scandal if they were to be decorated for valor by Emperor Karl.”
“I think that the investigation is ongoing,” Baumkopf said, an uncomfortable expression on his face.
“You can be honest with me, Inspector-General,” said Waschbaer. “If you and your men wish to dally about behind the front lines doing repeated interviews with beautiful girls, you need not stoop to such levels. I of all people wouldn’t deign to pass judgment. How could I?”
The inspector-general bristled. “I did my best to select men to assist me that would be unlikely to fall prey to such…temptations.”
“Well, now, if you brought men like that, how would you ever inspect Flik 76J? All those young, virile men in tight flying pantaloons…”
“Married men!” cried Baumkopf. “I meant married men, Madame Waschbaer. I chose married men because they would be less tempted.”
“Goodness, sir, I feel you have grievously misjudged the situation,” laughed Waschbaer. “If I may be so bold, I think your men may wind up marrying my girls, or at least taking them on as concubines.”
“S-surely not all of them,” said Baumkopf.
“Of course not, don’t be silly,” Waschbaer said. “Some of the girls are too Sapphic for anything like that.”