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The Nude Nurse and the Master of the Whip.
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But those interiors are not of the modern mini!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
That, Barbara, is something no one can dispute!It may take me a while, but when it comes to fashion I always make the right choice!
Even Stan! (who by the way was seen just today, with a hot Babe sharing a Costco Hot Dog and holding the complete Seinfeld Blue- Rays.)Now he tells us, after waiting for half an hour slowly losing hope!
It sounds more likely that Jewels is going to land in Plan C(rap)!
I once again must warn the readers, the author was not writing a fairy tale. The outcome may be unexpected to some of you, disturbing, or tragic, or both.
That, Barbara, is something no one can dispute!
THAT TWO-TIMER!!!!!
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Final version of Spanish phrase list
abajo – down
Bienvenido – Welcome
boca – mouth
bueno – good
Caballero blindado – Knight in Armor
caballete – trestle, sawhorse or easel
Cabaña – cabin or cottage
Cabo – Corporal
caña - cane
Capitán – Captain
cavaletto squarciapalle – wooden horse torture device.
cerdo – pig
Chinga tu madre, cabrón - Fuck your mother, asshole. (to tune - shave and a haircut, two bits)
Chucha – little cunt
cinturón de codo – elbow belt
cita romántica – romantic date
come abundante – eat hearty!
coño - cunt
Coronel – Colonel
cuanto tiempo hasta enfermar – how long until she gets sick?
culo - ass
Dama – Lady
de rodillas – the knees
de todos sus encantos – all her charms
Decano - Dean
demonio – Demon
desapareciendos – the disappearing ones, political prisoners arrested and never heard of again.
despierta – wake up
detener - halt
disfrute – enjoyment
dolor – pain, grief
el gusto es mio – my pleasure
Entra - Enter!
entretenimiento - entertainment
esposas – handcuffs
Felicidades – congratulations
golpe de gracia – coup de grâce, death blow
golpes – snack, hit, blow
Gran trabajo – great job
Infierno – Hell, hellfire
íntimamente – intimately
la puerta trasera esta abierta – the back door is open.
levántate – get up
Limpiar su polla - Clean his cock
limpiar su polla – clean his dick
linda - cute
lo siento – sorry
Malaca – Malacca
mamada – blow job
manguera – the hose
maravilloso - Most Marvelous
Mayor – Major
mi amigo – my friend
mi hija (hijo) – my daughter (son)
mierda - Shit
mordaza de bola – ball gag
mucho – much or very
Muy Excelente Entretenimiento – Very fine Entertainment
nalgas - buttocks
no da - does not give
no esperanza – no hope
olor de puta – smell of a slut
oportunidad – opportunity
orgasmo - the climax, the orgasm
parrilla – The Grill
pedazo de mierda - piece of shit
pedazo de mierda – piece of shit
perra – Bitch
pezón - nipple
picana – cattle prod
por favor – please, as a favor
Princesa – Princess
Prisionero Atencion – Prisoner be at Attention!
psicológica tortura – psychological torture
puñetazo – punch
puños de tobillo – ankle cuffs
puta -slut or whore
Que demonios – what the hell
reciente – young, fresh
regla del silencio – rule of silence
rubio – fair, light-skinned
Sargento Primero – First Sergeant
Sé mi invitado – I invite you; be my guest
secreto – secret
Señor - Sir
Senorita – Miss
socorrer – aid, relieve
Subteniente – Second Lieutenant
suficient – enough
sustancioso – meaty, juicy, satisfying,
Teniente Coronel – Lieutenant Colonel
tetas - tits
toma su virginidad anal - take her anal virginity
Traición - betrayal
trueno - thunderclap
Ultimo – last o greatest
último oportunidad – last shot
un éxito maravilloso – A marvelous Success
uno y luego el otro – one and then the other
utilizer - use
Venda – blindfold
venda – blindfold
y – and
Yo tambien estoy loco - I'm crazy too
zorra – sexually promiscuous bitch (lit. female fox)
abajo – down
Bienvenido – Welcome
boca – mouth
bueno – good
Caballero blindado – Knight in Armor
caballete – trestle, sawhorse or easel
Cabaña – cabin or cottage
Cabo – Corporal
caña - cane
Capitán – Captain
cavaletto squarciapalle – wooden horse torture device.
cerdo – pig
Chinga tu madre, cabrón - Fuck your mother, asshole. (to tune - shave and a haircut, two bits)
Chucha – little cunt
cinturón de codo – elbow belt
cita romántica – romantic date
come abundante – eat hearty!
coño - cunt
Coronel – Colonel
cuanto tiempo hasta enfermar – how long until she gets sick?
culo - ass
Dama – Lady
de rodillas – the knees
de todos sus encantos – all her charms
Decano - Dean
demonio – Demon
desapareciendos – the disappearing ones, political prisoners arrested and never heard of again.
despierta – wake up
detener - halt
disfrute – enjoyment
dolor – pain, grief
el gusto es mio – my pleasure
Entra - Enter!
entretenimiento - entertainment
esposas – handcuffs
Felicidades – congratulations
golpe de gracia – coup de grâce, death blow
golpes – snack, hit, blow
Gran trabajo – great job
Infierno – Hell, hellfire
íntimamente – intimately
la puerta trasera esta abierta – the back door is open.
levántate – get up
Limpiar su polla - Clean his cock
limpiar su polla – clean his dick
linda - cute
lo siento – sorry
Malaca – Malacca
mamada – blow job
manguera – the hose
maravilloso - Most Marvelous
Mayor – Major
mi amigo – my friend
mi hija (hijo) – my daughter (son)
mierda - Shit
mordaza de bola – ball gag
mucho – much or very
Muy Excelente Entretenimiento – Very fine Entertainment
nalgas - buttocks
no da - does not give
no esperanza – no hope
olor de puta – smell of a slut
oportunidad – opportunity
orgasmo - the climax, the orgasm
parrilla – The Grill
pedazo de mierda - piece of shit
pedazo de mierda – piece of shit
perra – Bitch
pezón - nipple
picana – cattle prod
por favor – please, as a favor
Princesa – Princess
Prisionero Atencion – Prisoner be at Attention!
psicológica tortura – psychological torture
puñetazo – punch
puños de tobillo – ankle cuffs
puta -slut or whore
Que demonios – what the hell
reciente – young, fresh
regla del silencio – rule of silence
rubio – fair, light-skinned
Sargento Primero – First Sergeant
Sé mi invitado – I invite you; be my guest
secreto – secret
Señor - Sir
Senorita – Miss
socorrer – aid, relieve
Subteniente – Second Lieutenant
suficient – enough
sustancioso – meaty, juicy, satisfying,
Teniente Coronel – Lieutenant Colonel
tetas - tits
toma su virginidad anal - take her anal virginity
Traición - betrayal
trueno - thunderclap
Ultimo – last o greatest
último oportunidad – last shot
un éxito maravilloso – A marvelous Success
uno y luego el otro – one and then the other
utilizer - use
Venda – blindfold
venda – blindfold
y – and
Yo tambien estoy loco - I'm crazy too
zorra – sexually promiscuous bitch (lit. female fox)
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Part 71 April 3, 1974 - The Eighth Day, 1:50 PM Camino Al Volcán toward El Cielo Lodge
“We’ll be at La Cabaña shortly, mi Coronel,” said Subteniente Martinez, looking at a mileage marker. “What will we do first with the girl?”
“Subteniente, I’ve spent the last half hour playing with her delightfully firm little breasts, I know we will start on those.” They both laughed.
“She will be much fun, but we must have you wait to fuck her, I’m sorry to say. With your tool, that will be the end of the fun!”
“I understand. I will enjoy the other things we can do with her first. How about la parrilla? Has she enjoyed that yet?”
“Actually, no. We’ve been busy with so much else. Excellent idea, Martinez! What do you think, puta? Would you like to lie down and rest on a cot?” Eul had no idea what he was talking about, but both men laughed heartily!
“Just a few minutes, my dear Eulalia.”
April 3, 1974 - The Eighth Day, 2:36 PM Camino Al Volcán toward El Cielo Lodge
“Si. Caballeros blindados.” I said with what I hoped was an easy, confident air. I stood up to stretch my legs after the long crouch. “Come join us and we will work out something.” I cannot tell you how bad I felt. Eulalia was lost. And some of us might die as well.
“¡Mierda!” shouted Calderón. “Not so fast, mi amigo. El Coronel’s car just went by!”
“Shit! Follow them up at a safe distance.”
I pointed my .357 at Dr. Barbara Moore and said, “Ok, spread your legs wide, hike up your hem, bend over the engine and stick your tight little in the air.”
I signaled my men it was happening and crouched down out of sight.
April 3, 1974 - The Eighth Day, 2:38 PM Camino Al Volcán toward El Cielo Lodge
“Too bad that big accident delayed us so much,” said the aide.
“You don’t mind, do you, puta?” asked the Colonel, squeezing a breast hard, eliciting a pained groan from Eulalia. “We will still have time for fun. I think you will love relaxing on la parrilla.”
“Look at this, mi Coronel, a damsel in distress in the middle of the road. What a tight little!” He slowed the car coming around a sharp curve and they both stared at a girl bent over a disabled car with a beautiful ass sticking right at them.
“Detener,” said the Colonel. I want to socorrer this damsel!” Martinez stopped just behind the stalled car. “Keep an eye on Miss Burns,” said the Colonel as he exited.
“El gusto es mio, mi Coronel!”
April 3, 1974 - The Eighth Day, 2:39 PM Camino Al Volcán toward El Cielo Lodge
I hear the limo pull to a stop behind my car and the door open. Boots crunch on the gravel and a voice, “May I be of assistance, señorita? Dr. Moore!”
I stood up and leveled the .357 at his chest. “Don’t move, Coronel Rodríguez.”
He froze. Out of the corner of my eye, I say the driver’s door open and a large young officer get out, reaching for his sidearm. As he did, one of my men came up behind him and put a gun in his back. He froze.
“You have the advantage on me, ¿Señor…?”
“Brown, I said, Carl Brown. Now just take your sidearm in you left hand, and pass it to me.”
Neither Rodríguez nor Martinez were foolish. They handed over their firearms and we soon had them handcuffed and gagged and stuffed in the back seat of their limousine. Calderón drove it around the bend and parked it inauspiciously in the lot of a closed nightclub. He locked the doors and walked back with the keys. By then we had Eulalia uncuffed, wrapped in a blanket (she seemed to be shivering with cold or a fever), and cafefully placed in the backseat of my agents’ car.
I tossed my keys to Barbara, “Drive yourself back to town, doll. Drop the car anywhere. Try not to have an accident.”
She stammered a protest, but I ignored her and got in the back of our car with the girl. With José following, we headed off at top speed back toward Santiago.
I’m not a doctor, so all I could do was check her pulse, which seemed weak and fast. She seemed on shock. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and looked around.
“It’s alright,” I told her. “I’m an American agent. Your uncle **** sent me to bring you home. You’re safe now!”
She flashed one of the prettiest smiles I’d ever seen and put her arms around me and held on for dear life. I wrapped the blanket back around her and held her close for the rest of the ride.
April 3, 1974 - The Eighth Day, 4:15 PM Aeropuerto Internacional de Pudahuel
We pulled into the US Airforce service area at the international airport in Pudahuel. The gate guard let us right in when we flashed the badge the station chief had given me and the CIA Beechcraft C-12A Huron was waiting on the runway. The chief did redeem himself a little with this.
José and I helped Eulalia between us onto the plane. My agents took the cars back to the Embassy. They would be safe with diplomatic immunity there even if they were identified.
A CIA medical corpsman had been pre-positioned on the plane with medical supplies. We laid Eulalia down carefully on a makeshift bed set in the back of the fuselage. I went forward and told the CIA pilot to get us to Argentinian airspace as soon as possible.
April 3, 1974 - The Eighth Day, 4:38 PM Flying East over Chile
The corpsman reported that her life was not in immediate danger. She was dehydrated and he was pumping fluids in her as fast a possible. Given her many painful injuries, he also decided to give her a shot of morphine, which put her straight out.
Fifteen minutes later, the pilot came on the intercom, “We have entered Argentine military air space. Someone must have some favors due from the Argentine Military. An Argentine Air Force Mirage III just pulled up on our left wing to escort us!” I gave a silent prayer of thanks for Wragg’s assiduously cultivated contacts around the world. I looked at my watch 3:55 PM Langley time. Just less than 52 hours since I’d first heard of Eulalia. Maybe I am a miracle worker!
José and I gave each other a high-five and whopped. “¡Muchas gracias, mi amigo!” I said.
“Dos Caballeros blindados!” he replied.
“We’ll be at La Cabaña shortly, mi Coronel,” said Subteniente Martinez, looking at a mileage marker. “What will we do first with the girl?”
“Subteniente, I’ve spent the last half hour playing with her delightfully firm little breasts, I know we will start on those.” They both laughed.
“She will be much fun, but we must have you wait to fuck her, I’m sorry to say. With your tool, that will be the end of the fun!”
“I understand. I will enjoy the other things we can do with her first. How about la parrilla? Has she enjoyed that yet?”
“Actually, no. We’ve been busy with so much else. Excellent idea, Martinez! What do you think, puta? Would you like to lie down and rest on a cot?” Eul had no idea what he was talking about, but both men laughed heartily!
“Just a few minutes, my dear Eulalia.”
April 3, 1974 - The Eighth Day, 2:36 PM Camino Al Volcán toward El Cielo Lodge
“Si. Caballeros blindados.” I said with what I hoped was an easy, confident air. I stood up to stretch my legs after the long crouch. “Come join us and we will work out something.” I cannot tell you how bad I felt. Eulalia was lost. And some of us might die as well.
“¡Mierda!” shouted Calderón. “Not so fast, mi amigo. El Coronel’s car just went by!”
“Shit! Follow them up at a safe distance.”
I pointed my .357 at Dr. Barbara Moore and said, “Ok, spread your legs wide, hike up your hem, bend over the engine and stick your tight little in the air.”
I signaled my men it was happening and crouched down out of sight.
April 3, 1974 - The Eighth Day, 2:38 PM Camino Al Volcán toward El Cielo Lodge
“Too bad that big accident delayed us so much,” said the aide.
“You don’t mind, do you, puta?” asked the Colonel, squeezing a breast hard, eliciting a pained groan from Eulalia. “We will still have time for fun. I think you will love relaxing on la parrilla.”
“Look at this, mi Coronel, a damsel in distress in the middle of the road. What a tight little!” He slowed the car coming around a sharp curve and they both stared at a girl bent over a disabled car with a beautiful ass sticking right at them.
“Detener,” said the Colonel. I want to socorrer this damsel!” Martinez stopped just behind the stalled car. “Keep an eye on Miss Burns,” said the Colonel as he exited.
“El gusto es mio, mi Coronel!”
April 3, 1974 - The Eighth Day, 2:39 PM Camino Al Volcán toward El Cielo Lodge
I hear the limo pull to a stop behind my car and the door open. Boots crunch on the gravel and a voice, “May I be of assistance, señorita? Dr. Moore!”
I stood up and leveled the .357 at his chest. “Don’t move, Coronel Rodríguez.”
He froze. Out of the corner of my eye, I say the driver’s door open and a large young officer get out, reaching for his sidearm. As he did, one of my men came up behind him and put a gun in his back. He froze.
“You have the advantage on me, ¿Señor…?”
“Brown, I said, Carl Brown. Now just take your sidearm in you left hand, and pass it to me.”
Neither Rodríguez nor Martinez were foolish. They handed over their firearms and we soon had them handcuffed and gagged and stuffed in the back seat of their limousine. Calderón drove it around the bend and parked it inauspiciously in the lot of a closed nightclub. He locked the doors and walked back with the keys. By then we had Eulalia uncuffed, wrapped in a blanket (she seemed to be shivering with cold or a fever), and cafefully placed in the backseat of my agents’ car.
I tossed my keys to Barbara, “Drive yourself back to town, doll. Drop the car anywhere. Try not to have an accident.”
She stammered a protest, but I ignored her and got in the back of our car with the girl. With José following, we headed off at top speed back toward Santiago.
I’m not a doctor, so all I could do was check her pulse, which seemed weak and fast. She seemed on shock. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and looked around.
“It’s alright,” I told her. “I’m an American agent. Your uncle **** sent me to bring you home. You’re safe now!”
She flashed one of the prettiest smiles I’d ever seen and put her arms around me and held on for dear life. I wrapped the blanket back around her and held her close for the rest of the ride.
April 3, 1974 - The Eighth Day, 4:15 PM Aeropuerto Internacional de Pudahuel
We pulled into the US Airforce service area at the international airport in Pudahuel. The gate guard let us right in when we flashed the badge the station chief had given me and the CIA Beechcraft C-12A Huron was waiting on the runway. The chief did redeem himself a little with this.
José and I helped Eulalia between us onto the plane. My agents took the cars back to the Embassy. They would be safe with diplomatic immunity there even if they were identified.
A CIA medical corpsman had been pre-positioned on the plane with medical supplies. We laid Eulalia down carefully on a makeshift bed set in the back of the fuselage. I went forward and told the CIA pilot to get us to Argentinian airspace as soon as possible.
April 3, 1974 - The Eighth Day, 4:38 PM Flying East over Chile
The corpsman reported that her life was not in immediate danger. She was dehydrated and he was pumping fluids in her as fast a possible. Given her many painful injuries, he also decided to give her a shot of morphine, which put her straight out.
Fifteen minutes later, the pilot came on the intercom, “We have entered Argentine military air space. Someone must have some favors due from the Argentine Military. An Argentine Air Force Mirage III just pulled up on our left wing to escort us!” I gave a silent prayer of thanks for Wragg’s assiduously cultivated contacts around the world. I looked at my watch 3:55 PM Langley time. Just less than 52 hours since I’d first heard of Eulalia. Maybe I am a miracle worker!
José and I gave each other a high-five and whopped. “¡Muchas gracias, mi amigo!” I said.
“Dos Caballeros blindados!” he replied.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
This completes the action of "The Nude Nurse and the Master of the Whip."
Tomorrow, the original Afterword that was part of the magazine story will be posted.
Then Wednesday, an updated 2019 Afterword will be posted along with startling new news!
Tomorrow, the original Afterword that was part of the magazine story will be posted.
Then Wednesday, an updated 2019 Afterword will be posted along with startling new news!
old slave
FELIS RESPICIENS
You've given me and the other four (makes sense if you read other threads on this forum) an exciting, rollercoaster ride through a terrifying but worryingly true period of history.
Looking forward to the Afterwords, I imagine at least one of the Chileans joins the desapareciendos, Jewels gets an honorary knighthood, and Barb & Eul get to know each other even better......................???????
Sorry PrPr, I hope none of the above are part of your plan (though the image of B & E.................excuse me, must dash)
I pointed my .357 at Dr. Barbara Moore and said, “Ok, spread your legs wide, hike up your hem, bend over the engine and stick your tight little in the air.”
This ought to attract some attention, I hope
Yep, they can’t ignore it ...
Where the fuck did that Spanish to English post go?
Gotcha!!!!
What? Who me? Have you been talking to Tree, or something?
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Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
So Barb, or more precisely her right little is the heroine of the story. "Halt, I want to relieve this damsel."This ought to attract some attention, I hope
Yep, they can’t ignore it ...
Where the fuck did that Spanish to English post go?
Gotcha!!!!
What? Who me? Have you been talking to Tree, or something?
That's a beautiful and fast car Jewels rented. Be careful on those narrow sinuous Chilean back roads! Whew! That sentence got me hot!
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DarknessMonger
Magistrate
and then the Dean will misteriously dissapear...
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
[Here follows the original Afterward written by CIA agent, Jewels in 1974 and included in the original story in December 1974. But this is not the end of the story. Tomorrow, we will post a new Afterword bringing the story up to the current day as well as a startling revelation of a new discovery!]
Part 72 Afterword, April, 1974
After landing in Buenos Aires, we transferred quickly to a larger jet, Wragg had arranged for a non-stop to DC. On board was a U.S. Army medical team with complete equipment.
For the first hour of the flight, they worked with military precision examining and patching up the tortured girl. When they had finished the immediate work, the doctor came forward to speak to me and José.
“I’ve seen some bad battlefield wounds,” he said, shaking his head with a grim expression, “but I’ve never seen a human body so abused by other humans. At the rate they were working over this girl, she would have died within a day or two. The damage to her vagina and perineum and anus – it was like they were trying to cut her in two!”
“They were going to nail her to a cross tomorrow,” I said.
His eyes went wide and he clenched his jaw. “She would have been dead before sunset!”
He sighed at the barbarity. “She’ll survive now. We can repair much of the physical damage. She’s probably suffer some pain the rest of her life, but nothing like what she’s been through. It’s the psychological damage that I can’t treat. There will always be some memory of the horrors she experienced.”
“She keeps asking for you two. I’m going to put her under soon, but you can speak to her for a minute.”
We went back and stood by her cot. She seemed much more peaceful and clearly already was under the influence of pain-killers. When she saw us, she smiled and began to thank us over and over. I interrupted her and told her we were glad to do it. I explained that she would be treated for a couple of days at Walter Reed Army Medical Center. When she had the strength, her uncle had arranged to fly her to a sanatorium near Edinburgh. We wished her well and the nurse gave her a sedative. She drifted off without delay.
October, 1974; Langley Virginia, CIA Headquarters,
I would like to tell you that everyone involved in the betrayal and torture of this innocent girl got what they deserved. Things in real life just don’t happen that way.
As is usual in my job, I never met any of the participants again (except I saw José a few times before he was posted to Central America). But, I did hear some things over the summer.
The story leaked and caused some, temporary, embarrassment to the Chilean regime and the International Red Cross. But in the end, both went on as if nothing had happened. The Colonel and his staff kept a low profile for a couple of weeks and then went back to business as usual. The Red Cross administrator Barbara Moore seemed to get away with a mild reprimand. Later she just dropped out of sight. She probably slept her way to some cushy job in Singapore or Paris or some such place. You can’t really blame the men.
We couldn’t release our intercepts of the communications between Dean Hawkins and Rodríguez due to security concerns. There were no repercussions in Glasgow. In fact, I understand Hawkins is being promoted and honored for the increased revenue his program generates.
Did I get honored? A citation? An honorary Knighthood from Her Majesty? You must be dreaming. Wragg had me in his office for some fine Scotch and a friendly chat. That was my recognition.
At least I saved one innocent girl. Not much. But, I’m glad I did it!
I turned up next as an NYPD detective and later as a journalist. Currently and unfortunately, I’m serving time behind bars at the Newtown Correctional Facility For Women.
I get around but all blame falls squarely on the shoulders of the men.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Says the one behind bars.I get around but all blame falls squarely on the shoulders of the men.
Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Part 73 Second Afterword January 2019
Over forty-four years have passed since the original story was published in Real Men magazine in December 1974.
Others continued to be tortured and killed in Villa Grimaldi until Pinochet left the Presidency in 1990 (and even after as he remained as Commander-in-Chief of the Army until March 1998). Slowly, some of the criminals have been brought to justice. Many have not.
Dr. Claus Windar was forced into early retirement in 1980 due to rumored complaints about misapplication of funds and sexual harassment of a subordinate (the 22-year-old daughter of a Board member – a serious error in judgment on his part)
Dean Robert Hawkins retired as Chancellor Emeritus of Glasgow University in 1996.
Wragg’s and Jewel’s later careers are, of course, largely classified. Apparently Jewels never returned to Chile or met again with Eulalia.
Records of Teniente Coronel José Calderón are mostly classified. It is rumored that he played a central role in the CIA support of the Nicaraguan Contras in the 1980’s.
Coronel Juan Manuel Rodríguez continued at Villa Grimaldi until 1989. After then, he disappeared from public records. It is rumored, that he left Chile after a political dispute and is living somewhere in the United Kingdom, free and wealthy.
Dr. Barbara Moore disappeared from public records in May of 1974, shortly after returning to Chile from a purchasing trip to Geneva and Paris. Nothing is known of her subsequent life.
Mayor Víctor Muñoz died peacefully in his sleep in his cabaña in the Chilean mountains in 1998 after enjoying 24 years of retirement.
Mayor Antonio Lopez was killed in an ambush by dissidents in 1976.
Capitán Matías Ayara served honorable in the Chilean combat forces until his retirement as a Coronel in 1993. Two months later he killed himself with a pistol shot in the mouth.
Capitán Carlos ‘Trueno’ Balenge continued to work at Villa Grimaldi until 1992. His subsequent whereabouts are unknown.
Subsequent records of Sargento Primero Hector Castro, Cabo Segundo Rosalita Romero, and Cabo Pablo García are routine and sketchy.
We are aware that many readers have a particular interest in Eulalia Burns and wish to know what became of her.
The Doctors at Walter Reed were excellent and her physical wounds were repaired with amazingly little long-term damage. Similarly, the therapists at Bruntsfield Hospital, near Edinburgh, did wonders for her mental injuries. It is worth noting that Bruntsfield was founded by Dr. Sophia Jex-Blake, the first woman general medical practitioner in Scotland (look her up -she is amazing!) Of course, some of Eulalia’s scars would never heal.
Sponsored by her uncle, Eulalia obtained a position in the British Foreign Office in 1975. Her life-long love of literature suited her for projects in former colonies, now Commonwealth Countries, setting up libraries and literacy programs. She was overjoyed to be able to help less-privileged people this way.
On the job she met a man about her own age with similar interests, Randell McTavish. In February of 1979, they got married in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania.
In 1982, they retired from field work and located permanently near London. Next month, they will celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary.
Eul’s father was taken aside by his brother in law and given a stern talking to. He was forced to accept the falsity of the charges against his daughter and the ways in which he had hurt her. Over the years, there has been a reconciliation, of sorts, between him and Eulalia.
In 1983, Randall and Eul were blessed by the birth of their only child, a daughter. The girl proved to be extremely bright and took after her mother in her love of language. She is a Oxford woman, receiving a first in Languages. She has pursued a non-traditional career path in languages and relocated to the area where her mother grew up in near Glasgow. By the way, they named her after her mother. She is Eulalia McTavish.
Over forty-four years have passed since the original story was published in Real Men magazine in December 1974.
Others continued to be tortured and killed in Villa Grimaldi until Pinochet left the Presidency in 1990 (and even after as he remained as Commander-in-Chief of the Army until March 1998). Slowly, some of the criminals have been brought to justice. Many have not.
Dr. Claus Windar was forced into early retirement in 1980 due to rumored complaints about misapplication of funds and sexual harassment of a subordinate (the 22-year-old daughter of a Board member – a serious error in judgment on his part)
Dean Robert Hawkins retired as Chancellor Emeritus of Glasgow University in 1996.
Wragg’s and Jewel’s later careers are, of course, largely classified. Apparently Jewels never returned to Chile or met again with Eulalia.
Records of Teniente Coronel José Calderón are mostly classified. It is rumored that he played a central role in the CIA support of the Nicaraguan Contras in the 1980’s.
Coronel Juan Manuel Rodríguez continued at Villa Grimaldi until 1989. After then, he disappeared from public records. It is rumored, that he left Chile after a political dispute and is living somewhere in the United Kingdom, free and wealthy.
Dr. Barbara Moore disappeared from public records in May of 1974, shortly after returning to Chile from a purchasing trip to Geneva and Paris. Nothing is known of her subsequent life.
Mayor Víctor Muñoz died peacefully in his sleep in his cabaña in the Chilean mountains in 1998 after enjoying 24 years of retirement.
Mayor Antonio Lopez was killed in an ambush by dissidents in 1976.
Capitán Matías Ayara served honorable in the Chilean combat forces until his retirement as a Coronel in 1993. Two months later he killed himself with a pistol shot in the mouth.
Capitán Carlos ‘Trueno’ Balenge continued to work at Villa Grimaldi until 1992. His subsequent whereabouts are unknown.
Subsequent records of Sargento Primero Hector Castro, Cabo Segundo Rosalita Romero, and Cabo Pablo García are routine and sketchy.
We are aware that many readers have a particular interest in Eulalia Burns and wish to know what became of her.
The Doctors at Walter Reed were excellent and her physical wounds were repaired with amazingly little long-term damage. Similarly, the therapists at Bruntsfield Hospital, near Edinburgh, did wonders for her mental injuries. It is worth noting that Bruntsfield was founded by Dr. Sophia Jex-Blake, the first woman general medical practitioner in Scotland (look her up -she is amazing!) Of course, some of Eulalia’s scars would never heal.
Sponsored by her uncle, Eulalia obtained a position in the British Foreign Office in 1975. Her life-long love of literature suited her for projects in former colonies, now Commonwealth Countries, setting up libraries and literacy programs. She was overjoyed to be able to help less-privileged people this way.
On the job she met a man about her own age with similar interests, Randell McTavish. In February of 1979, they got married in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania.
In 1982, they retired from field work and located permanently near London. Next month, they will celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary.
Eul’s father was taken aside by his brother in law and given a stern talking to. He was forced to accept the falsity of the charges against his daughter and the ways in which he had hurt her. Over the years, there has been a reconciliation, of sorts, between him and Eulalia.
In 1983, Randall and Eul were blessed by the birth of their only child, a daughter. The girl proved to be extremely bright and took after her mother in her love of language. She is a Oxford woman, receiving a first in Languages. She has pursued a non-traditional career path in languages and relocated to the area where her mother grew up in near Glasgow. By the way, they named her after her mother. She is Eulalia McTavish.
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This stroy is over, but
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Let us just pause and reflect on this story.
A rollicking yarn about a time and place far away. A reasonably happy ending for our heroine, nothing particularly bad for our villains.
Now a news item TODAY:
The wife of an army officer who took part in a failed attempt to overthrow Pres Maduro in Venezuela was arrested. First she suffered asphyxiation with plastic bag; then simulated drowning in bucket of water; then beating. Only threats of rape and further torture were made. She was released but with re-arrest threatened.
This old sod enjoyed PrPr's story we have just read. But the real life story makes me question whether I should have done.
A rollicking yarn about a time and place far away. A reasonably happy ending for our heroine, nothing particularly bad for our villains.
Now a news item TODAY:
The wife of an army officer who took part in a failed attempt to overthrow Pres Maduro in Venezuela was arrested. First she suffered asphyxiation with plastic bag; then simulated drowning in bucket of water; then beating. Only threats of rape and further torture were made. She was released but with re-arrest threatened.
This old sod enjoyed PrPr's story we have just read. But the real life story makes me question whether I should have done.