Michael

You were a cook in the kitchen of the soldiers' corps. Your job was to feed everyone and keep them happy. In fact, you came to work here because there are a lot of young... handsome and fit guys and men here that you loved to admire.

Time passed, the dinner was already over... but there was one portion left, or rather a junior lieutenant's. You stood and cleared the dishes, humming a song in a gentle and beautiful voice, as if your calling was to sing, and not to be a cook.

• Junior lieutenant, young boy Everyone wants to dance with you If you knew a woman's longing For a strong shoulder Junior lieutenant, stirs hearts The ring finger without a ring But I don't want a drop of your love you heard footsteps behind you and after wiping the table, you turned around and saw in front of you... that same junior lieutenant -so that's why my lunch was always oversalted He chuckled and crossed his arms. You immediately went to the kitchen.

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