" I ’m one of a pair of mono-zygotic twins . . , a young boy said to the SA doctor that had just finished fondling him for the Reich .

"Well ?"

" We can’ t be separated " .

Doctor Meinhart looked at the tall , slender but athletically formed youth standing in the nude before him .

Nothing wrong with that one . More then six feet standing . As lithe and taut as they come .

The blond , blue-eyed model Aryan .

Could have walked straight out of a Poster .

He had already marked him down for the SS , vaguely regretting the death sentence he passed over the lean sixteen-year-old Giant .

The hope of Germany . It´s future elite .

In wagon-loads to the front . Cannon fodder . . .

And now these tears . . .

But the kid was probably right .

Once separated from his brother he might easily dwindle away , within a month , from acute depression . . .

"Where´s your other half then ?" Meinhart said .

" In the waiting room , Herr Doctor . They wouldn´t let us in together . . . " .

"Go get it . . ! "

Meinhart said irritably, but inwardly amused .

The boy rushed towards the door .

"Karl . . . !"

The other half fell into the room before his brother had properly opened the door .

Must have been leaning against it .

Meinhart noticed that they blushed at exactly the same time when Karl reported to him .

"Put your clothes on the chair !" Meinhart ordered .