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The German High Command had other targets in the United States. One was at the Brooklyn Navy Yard. Her name was Olive Masters. She was the civilian director of traffic control on all those cargo ships bringing food, guns, ammunition and anything else the English needed to stave off the Nazis.

Yes, she was a woman. Born in 1900, by the time she was twenty-five, she'd demonstrated a knack for understanding the complexities of shipping. When German U-boats cut off access to vital supplies to England, it was Olive Masters who devised the convoy system.

Although, theoretical a Naval Officer, Commander Harvey Fulton, was in charge, he deferred to her, realizing that she knew far more about organizing convoys than he would in ten years.

There was a problem. The FBI handed Commander Fulton a secret report. "Commander, you have to dismiss that woman; she's a security risk. We might even put her in jail."

The Commander perused the report. "Agent Criswell, I will not. She'll save hundreds perhaps thousands of lives. Are you going to tell those men's wives and mothers, ‘your husband or son died because the woman who could have saved their lives liked girls?' To say nothing of the number of ships and the millions of tonnage."

"But . . ."

"Agent, I don't care if Olive Masters is fucking Mrs. Roosevelt. She's an asset to the war effort."

In Berlin, Director of the Band of German Maidens Beauty and Faith section, Trude Ruttinger, was always on the lookout for girls who liked girls. As she explained to General Ackermann, "you never know when we'll target a woman who has access to vital information or her husband has access, and the bait we need is a young attractive woman.

The Nazis outwardly frowned upon homosexuality, sending thousands of gay men and Lesbians to the work camps, however, among their leadership there were those who preferred a same sex relationship. Many just enjoyed same sex sex, not a relationship.

Among those was Trude Ruttinger. In many ways she was like Olive Masters at the Brooklyn Navy Yard. Trude was born in 1900, and by the time she was eighteen found herself attracted to girls and was revolted by the thought of sex with a man.

By the time she was twenty-five, she'd had numerous lovers, and risen in the Party to her current position.

Don't get me wrong, she joined the Party's leadership because she was one of the most well-organized, competent people anyone knew. The Band of German Maidens Beauty and Faith section was one of the best run agency in all of Germany. And most successful, too.

Eighteen-year-old Lillian Fletcher was highly recommended for Trude Ruttinger's Faith and Beauty Group. She was close to six feet tall, and although thin, her breasts were prominent; standing out even when current fashion dictated women hide them.

Trude, Generals, and other party members, as part of the interview process saw those young women, potential spies, naked. After all, the bait has to be enticing. Lillian Fletcher was stunning. Those breasts were perfect; her big blonde bush a magnet for the eyes of the observers.

Trude Ruttinger noted that she took the training well until it came to men. Then she froze, shook and tears flowed.

The Director took her into her office where Lillian broke down. "Fraulein Ruttinger, I-I just can't. It will make me physically ill. I dream of being in the arms of a girl." They were sitting on a settee.

"I see, and what would you do in the arms of this girl?"

"I-I don't know, Fraulein. I don't know what I will do if I don't find

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