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Rped between Grenval and DA (Guess who Rped Grenval's leader "Vincent", and guess who Rped DA's character "Victoria Stahlecker", wait you don't need to guess!) (This first post is a recap of what is posted on my embassy thread)


Victoria Stahlecker had arrived in Grenval a few hours after she left from Mississippi by a two-seater MiG-41, it went above mach two for much of the trip, she was in a hurry to get there and make sure if a conflict broke out over FSI, that Grenval would either side with FSI or remain neutral. She was in her house on the embassy quarters, getting dressed after she showered upon arriving, getting the stench of the plane off of her.

She got dressed, making a point to wear a rather short skirt; she stepped out of the building and got into the waiting car. Looking in the mirror to make sure her make-up and hair were fine, she'd be meeting with the leader of Grenval. The car slowly pulled away and headed for leader’s estate.

When her car arrived at his estate, her driver opened her door and she stepped out.

She walked passed the front garden outside of his residence and knocked on the door, the guards knew she was coming and they opened the gate when her car was driven up. She waited for somebody to answer the door.

She knocked lightly on the door again, almost whispering, "Hello..."

Vincent strode the length of his room, buttoning his shirt as he walked. He pulled the door back, his shirt still only half-clasped...

She smiled at him, "Hello... Excellency, I am here to meet with you, Victoria Stahlecker." She extended her hand to shake.

He reached out, took her hand lightly, his jewel-blue eyes raining kisses upon her.

She innocently asked, "What shall we be talking about, sir?"

(Vincent) "Our non-agression pact, no?"

She nodded, "Yes..." she then grinned and put her hands gently on his broad shoulders, while slyly whispering, "And perhaps other issues, more personal ones..."

The color in his eye changed. The jewel-blue became cold steel. "Perhaps we ought to be careful?"

She moved back sligtly, "What do you mean?" she asked.

His eyes softened somewhat, his body relaxed. He looked at her again, taking in her curves and spotless skin. "Perhaps I can reconsider."

She smiles, "Shall we go inside then?"

(Vincent) “Yes."

She enters the house, walking by him as he shuts the door behind her. He gets a good look at her long legs and how her tight skirt lets her panties be seen and accents her butt. (She purposely dressed this way to entice him)

She sat down on a nearby couch and smiled, "So, sir, are you doing well today?"

(Vincent) "Better now that you are here."

She innocently looked at him, "What do you mean, sir?" she asked in the most obvious playing dumb tone she could think of to use.

His hand reached out, resting on her knee. He moved closer to her warm body...

She sat still and let him keep his hand on her knee, waiting for his next move.

His unbuttoned shirt flapped open, revealing his chest and abdomen. He was now up against her, feeling the motion of her breathing body. He looked into her eyes, "And now, to seal the alliance."

She nodded and silently slid her skirt down and unbuttoned her shirt, she stepped back in her lacey bra and panties, "Do you like what you see so far, sir?" she asked with a grin.

Vincent rose without standing, nodding yes and pulling her back into him...

She let him pull her, offering no resistance; she would let him do as we wished with her.

About an hour later, she was lying next to him; she looked over and kissed him, "Sir, do we have an alliance now?"

"Non-aggression pact," he mumbled half asleep.

She replied confused, "I thought you spoke of alliance?"

Turning to her, he replied, "What difference does it make? We are neutral towards you, and you towards us."

She nodded, "I suppose so... What now then? Will you require that I meet with you on a regular basis?"

He laughed, "Of course my dear!"

She kissed him lightly and smiled, "Okay... I look forward to it."

He reached across her body, pulling her in, thinking to himself for now we are saved. I will neither have to support nor attack Decisive Action. And if we ever need to... the surprise could change the world forever.

She tried her best to smile, but being with a liberal leader of a liberal nation, she didn't really like the idea, but orders were orders. She liked him though, he seemed nice enough, and he was quite good, maybe she'd not mind being the ambassador to this nation, time would tell... She let him pull her closer to him and she kissed him lightly on the cheek before she smiled and started to slide down the length of his body to pleasure him. He enjoyed every second of it, and they both eventually fell asleep.

It was a few weeks after their first meeting, Vincent had called Ms. Stahlecker to "meet" with him almost on a daily basis, he really enjoyed their, "Meetings", at first she was annoyed that the leftist was making her sleep with him, but she eventually started to allow herself to enjoy him and they seemed to be getting along well. Victoria had just arrived for the latest of their meetings; she knocked on the door, as though worried about something.

Vincent, ready for the meeting, swept her into his arms before she had a chance to speak. As he tried to make love to her, the door still open, she stopped him.

She sighed, "Vincent, I have something to tell you..."

"What," he asked, looking concerned?

She looked down, "I'm pregnant..."

"Wha...!" He dropped her from his arms, standing back.

She sat on the floor, where he dropped her, looking up at him, "You heard me Vincent... I'm pregnant..."

"Pregnant?" he replied, as if dumb...

She nodded, "Yes, pregnant, as in I'm carrying your child."

"Well then abort it," he suggested, with only stone grimace in his voice.

Her jaw nearly dropped, "Vincent! You can't be serious!"

"Why not, do you want the child?" he asked incredulously.

She nodded, "I could not take a life, so yes I suppose I want the child, yes.."

"Well then you can have it." He moved as if to leave, but she grabbed his pant leg, stopping him.

She looked at him, "Vincent! So you want nothing to do with me now, eh? Well for the last three weeks you couldn't keep your hands off of me..." She nearly pouted.

He looked at her, the where before there had been stone grimace, now there was only stone. "And do you propose marriage?" He forced the words from his mouth, trying to sound compassionate, but his eyes were like rocks, stoning her where she lay.

She meekly nodded, "If you will agree, then yes..."

He rose to his full height, grabbing her by the wrist and pulling her up next to him. Looking into her eyes he told her, "I will not be married into the Stahlecker family."

She had a startled look in her eyes, then she contemptuously blurted, "Oh, I’m not good enough to marry but good enough to fuck eh?"

Vincent was a stubborn man, but he had always prided himself on morals. He spoke again, the storm in his eyes dying down, "No. You are better than that."

He realized then and there that perhaps he did love this woman, perhaps, he could marry her.

She meekly looked at him, her eyes pleading, she didn't want to raise a child alone, and face ridicule and humiliation in Mississippi for getting pregnant outside of marriage.... She hung her head in her hands and almost started to cry, but she managed to hold it in. She looked at him again, "Vincent..." she said softly, "Will you marry me then?"

He loved her, or did he. He could not know. What he did know what that a Mississippian woman had proposed to him, an impossibility, and yet, here he was, and there she was, and he looked into her eyes, and responding just as softly, he said, "Yes."

She smiled and then stood back up, gently placing her arms around him, she kissed him, she whispered in his ear, "I'll make you a good wife, you'll see."

He was stunned, all he could think was that he would not make love with a pregnant woman. As she kissed him, his lips did not kiss in return. He backed away, nodding, muttering, "I have work to do, Parthia, something about Parthia."

She frowned, "Surely your work could wait for a short while, yes?"

He considered it, actually considering work versus his fiancée, but he said, "Yes," if reluctantly.

She spent the next thirty minutes with him; he let her take the top since she was pregnant. Victoria realized he was worried during it and seemed distracted, when they finished, she gently stroked his hair and kissed his cheek, still sensing something was wrong, "Vincent, tell me what is wrong, what is bothering you? You mentioned Parthia earlier?"

"We are mobilizing for war with Parthia."

She smiled and kissed his cheek, "Oh, Vincent, do you really want to war Parthia?"

"I do not ever wish for war. But Parthia shall not stand while I am President. But Victoria, do you really want to discuss such matters?"

Victoria nodded, "Yes, sir, if you will discuss them with me."

"Parthia has returned to warmongering, and I will not stand for it. Thus, I have declared a draft, and Parthia shall stop, or Parthia shall fall."

Victoria frowned, "Vincent, you know Mississippi and Parthia are good friends, a war with Parthia might drag my home country into it, I don't want that. And I don't want a nuclear war that would kill us and our child, besides, Mississippian armed forces are very strong, over thirty million soldiers and three thousand ships, along with forty thousand planes... I just don't want to see anybody get hurt, can't you try negotiations first, please, for all our sakes..."

"We have given Parthia one hour to turn back. After that, our hands are clean."

She frowned, "Turn back from what, what are they doing? Whatever it is, is it worth war?"

They are senselessly bombing chocolate factories. We have let Parthia slide for too long. Now is the time for war. We will fight, and we will prevail” His eyes hardened, daring her to tell him no.

She smiled at him, gently tracing a finger across his chest, "I know you could easily prevail against just Parthia alone... But don't forget, they have allies, wars are costly. Couldn't you just consider getting them to pay reparations for bombing the factories?"

"I am not even asking for reparations. All I ask is for them to cease the bombing run. If they refuse, then war will begin." As he said all this, he watched her finger moving down his chest and as he rose, he remembered she was a pregnant woman, and with his child...

Victoria kissed him on the cheek and smiled, "Okay, that is fine, just make sure any war doesn't affect Mississippian Egypt, it borders Parthian Egypt you know." She let a hand slide down to his crotch and she started to gently massage him, grinning, "What say we forget about politics and such for while?"

For a moment, he forgot about his child...

The next morning, Vincent phoned Czar Roger Fabus to tell him he was marrying a noblewoman from Mississippi.

(Roger) "Hello, who is calling?"

(Vincent) "This is President Vincent George of Grenval."

Roger yawned, "What do you want? It's eight in the morning..." Vincent heard Roger's wife, Alice in the background, yawning, "Roger, who is it?" Roger whispered, "The leftie from Grenval."

(Vincent) "I wish to speak about my fiancée, a Mississippian noblewoman."

Roger yawned again, "Ah, you're marrying one of our women? Extend her my sympathies and tell her my psychiatrist will check her out for free to find out what is wrong with her." Roger then chuckled, "I'm just kidding, congratulations, who is the lucky girl?"

Vincent, though slightly annoyed as he had never liked Roger, attempted to sound as official as possible, "The lucky girl is Victoria Stahlecker."

Roger was somewhat surprised, "Ah yes... Stahlecker, well I'm sure her family will be pleased to hear the news... Our ambassador to your nation, and now you're marrying her... Tell me, will she continue in her capacity as ambassador or do we need to assign somebody to take her place as ambassador?"

"I am quite sure that keeping her position will only draw our two countries closer." And to himself, Vincent thought, "So please send someone new, the farther apart our nations are the better."

Roger yawned, "Well she'll be hard-pressed to work and keep you pleased and raise whatever children the two of you decide to have, discuss it with her if she wants to be replaced or not... Speaking of you two being together, might I ask how this happened? I only ordered her to sleep with you once, I mean..." (he realized he shouldn't have said that) "I mean, ops, just forget that part... Well the question is, how long has this been going on?"

"You ordered her to sleep with me?" Vincent was fuming. "Ordered! Victoria, where are you!" his voice carried the rage of hell and the death-chill of the Artic. Down the hall he heard Victoria running while he waited for Roger to answer him.

Victoria slowly walked into the room and nervously spoke, "Yes, Vincent, you called?"

Roger was nervously chuckling, "Well... The thing is.... Oh boy!"

He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her so she could hear the phone conversation. "Were you ordered to sleep with me?"

She was visibly nervous, she tried to pull away, "Please Vincent, you're hurting my arm, can't we talk about this later?"

Although he softened his grip on her arm, he only hardened his eyes. "No," he said it calmly yet with such force, such unbridled rage that the room shook with his inner fury.

She slowly looked down, "Yes, yes I was, but only once, after that, it was because I felt something, a growing attraction towards you, I wanted to be with you. I was only ordered once, the rest were all on my own doing."

(Vincent) "So everything is based on a lie? All of it!"

She shook her head and pled with him, "No, it's not a lie, Vincent, I love you!"

"I do not know if I love you any longer," the cold finality in his voice was terrifying. He decided Roger had no more say in this conversation, and he terminated the call.

She looked at him and then collapsed on the bed and started to cry, she looked up at him again, tears dripping down her face, "Do you want me to leave?" she hesitantly asked.

"Yes." But to himself, he questioned even that.

She slowly stood up, her head hanging and looking down, and walked out of the room to get dressed.

Victoria finished getting dressed and then meekly called out, "I'm going now Vincent... As you requested..." her voice was distraught and despondent, she slowly walked out and heard the downstairs door close behind her.

After the door shut, Vincent changed his mind. He threw it open and dashed down the hall and out the front door. Racing around the Presidential Palace, he came to the front door, roughly a half mile run in under a minute and a half.

She heard movement behind her and turned around, smiling when she saw it was him, she was speechless.

He smiled faintly, stuttering and sputtering, starting and stopping, he said, "Pperhapss I could chchange mymy... my mind?" he told her, sounding like a dying car trying to start up.

She ran into his waiting arms and embraced him warmly, letting him pick her up into his arms and carry her back into the palace.

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A pleasent looking woman turned to face the camera. In the background a monitor showed two hearts side by side. "Hello," she said, "this is a GNN report on the upcoming wedding today between Ambassador Victoria Stahlecker and President Vincent George. In a stunning maroon suit, President George, or as the young girls have been calling him, 'Sweet Vinny' addressed the nation about his upcoming wedding. He 'invites all of the world to attend' and hopes to 'establish a strong bond of friendship' between Grenval and Communist Mississippi. He went on to say that this would not distract him from his Presidential duties, but that with a wife's nagging he would have to 'work harder than ever to please her' he told us jokingly. He also reaffirmed that Victoria would remain as an official Ambassador and that this would strengthend the inter national bonds of the two great countries. He concluded his statement by professing his 'unwavering love' of Victoria."

The woman smiled as the camera came back to her, as the station had been showing clips of the address. She turned to her co-host and they began a friendly chat, the woman saying sweetly, "Lovely isn't it. Love has no borders..."

The phone in Vincent's office rang, it had been quiet all day and now suddenly it rang, disrupting the otherwise uneventful and boring day.

Vincent answer, saying simply, "Hello."

It was Roger Fabus of Mississippi, he chuckled, "Hello Vincent, the last time we spoke... There must have been a bad connection."

"Must have." Vincent thought to himself that there would probably be a bad one this time too.

Roger nodded, but Vincent couldn't see, then casually said, "Oh, by the way, I've been thinking..."

His tone changed to one of joy at saying this, eager to hear a reaction, "You're not good enough to marry a Mississippian woman, so I won't let Ms. Stahlecker marry you... There, I said it."

"What!" exclaimed Vincent in distraught surprise.

Roger chuckled, "Do I need to repeat myself? You're not worthy of a Mississippian woman."

Vincent was amazed. Perfect he thought to himself. I do not have to marry her, and it will not be my fault. But then he remembered those feelings he had, those feelings of love.

He cleared his throat and spoke, "I am speechless."

She came into his office, bringing him a cup of coffee, she set it down in front of him and saw the worried look on his face, "Vincent, dear, what is wrong?" she asked, not pushing for an answer, but hoping he'd decide to give her one.

Vincent did not know what to say. Normally such a confident, outspoken man, he was overcome. He replied, "Oh nothing Victoria, just, just some business. I need to be alone please."

She nodded, and quickly walked out, leaving him alone to carry on his conversation.

Roger was gloating, "You've heard me, you worm; you're not worthy of one of our women! And yet you have nothing to say, because you know it to be true!"

Vincent was enraged, he was blind with anger. He screamed into the phone, "You dirty fucking bastard! I can marry whomever I goddamn please! And I swear to you, I will marry Victoria, and I will leave your nation smoldering if I have to do so!"

Roger sighed and his tone calmed, "Does she want to marry you?"

Vincent did not know. She was ordered to sleep with him, did she really want to marry him? Yes, he reasoned, she was the one that came back to him, so he told Roger, "Yes."

Roger sighed again, "Fine, then I won't object, but I imagine her brothers, sister, and parents will object... At least some of them."

What did Vincent care? Little. "I would expect nothing less," he retorted with sarcasm. "Nothing less..."

Roger nearly laughed, "Family can be very persuasive in Mississippi in regards to the decisions of relatives."

Vincent chuckled, "I am sure they can," his attitude completely reversed.

Vincent heard Roger's wife, Alice, in the background, slyly asking, "Roger, are you going to be on the phone all day? Come back to bed, would you?" Roger paused for a second, "I have to go Vincent, I'll talk to her family about not giving her too much hassle over marrying you. Bye, take care, I hope we can get along better in the future, I really do."

Victoria knocked gently on the door of his office, "Sir... Are you busy still?"

(Vincent) "No, come in."

She slowly walked into the room, smiling nervously at him, "Are you okay, sir? You seemed upset earlier..."

"Fine now," and it was true, Vincent was in a very good mood. The phone conversation had turned out much better than expected.

She nodded, "Is there anything you want, sir? Perhaps a snack or something I could get you."

(Vincent) "I am fine."

(Vincent) "And Victoria, call me Vincent. My own fiance should not have to call me sir."

She nodded, "Yes... Vincent, as you wish."

(Vincent) "Thank you."

She smiled, "Vincent, have you thought of any names? I mean if the child is a boy, what do you wish to name him, and if the child is a girl, what would you name her?"

"Why, what about our own names," he said. "Victoria and Vincent."

She smiled, "Yes, that will work, yes, good idea, Vincent."

Victoria grinned at him, "What do you want to do now, Vincent?"

"What do I always want to do when I am with you," he played jokingly, "read of course!"

She slowly got down on her knees and looked at him, "May I, Vincent?"

"You are a naughty Mississippian," he told her. But he did not resist.

She smiled at him as she unzipped his pants, asking, "How am I naughty? Our laws prohibit us from doing it in Mississippi, they technically also state they apply to Mississippian citizens wherever we are, but nobody buys that, don't you agree?" She grinned, "When I'm done being naughty, you can punish me, if you'd like."

When she finished with him, she stood back up and in a sly voice said, "Well, are you going to punish me for being naughty now?"

He studied her, looking at her up and down, "Bend over," he told her.

She gently bent over his knee for him.

He yelled down at her, just as any Mississippian sergeant would yell at a new recruit, "You have been a bad, bad girl! Now you pay!" He drew back his hand as far as it could go, then, with a swoosh, brought his palm to a spot just in front of her bare skin. Then his hand stopped, just before colliding with her skin. He flicked his wrist back, tapping her as she leaned over him.

She chuckled, "Oh Vincent, hehehehe... I guess this means I've been pardoned, eh?"

He laughed absurdly, "Don't think you get off so easy young lady. That was only part of it."

She rolled her eyes, jokingly, "Oh boy, I guess that mean's you've more in store for me? Dare I ask what?"

He stood her up, taking her hand and leading her to the bed. He positioned her on her hands and knees on top of the bed. Then he took a pair of handcuffs, from his earlier years as a teenager, and cuffed her to the bed.

She chuckled at him, "So, I see you've decided how to punish me, eh?"

He too jumped onto the bed, where he took her from behind, telling her, "Yes I am going to punish you. This is going to hurt so bad. Soon you will be screaming in agony."

He hadn’t gone as hard as he made her think, they both knew he couldn’t go too hard, she was pregnant after all, if only for a few weeks even. Never the less though, her rear still ached from him.

When he was done, she was gasping for breath, she smiled at him, and then promptly fell asleep from exhaustion, still handcuffed to the bed.

The phone rang again, it didn't wake Victoria, but Vincent was still up and decided to answer it.

"Hello."

(Paul Stahlecker) "Hello, sir, I hear you wish to marry one of my sisters, in particular, Victoria... Yes?"

"Yes," President George responded politely.

Paul sighed, "I suppose that is okay, if that is what she wants and you'll take care of her and treat her well. I won't object, but you do realize you're a bit older than her, yes?"

"You married your wife when she was only 16. You were 35 at the time I memory serves. That is a 19 year difference. I am quite a bit closer in age to Victoria than that," the President shot back curtly.

Paul shook his head, "No, we just started having an affair when she happened to be 16 and I was 35, we couldn't get married then because she was engaged to some idiot brat noble. After he was hanged for treason last year, we spent the next eleven or so months pleading with Curtis and he finally let us get married. I was 40 and she was 21 when we got married."

"The point is, I am not having an affair with a teenager. I am genuinely in love with Victoria, who also happens to be a grown woman."

Paul laughed nervously, "Well, I understand, but you must understand I loved Eleanor then and I still do now, I wouldn't have married her otherwise, and she loves me, or else she'd not have married me and had my children. We are quite happy together; I suppose you and my sister will probably make a good couple... Is she there right now?"

The President backed down, saying, "Yes, she is asleep beside me."

He conveniently forgot to mention the handcuffs...

He sighed, "Okay, well you two take care, tell her I said hello when she wakes up, and tell her she'll have my blessing and after I talk to father, his blessing, to get married."

"Well thank you very much then," the President smiled into the phone, even though he did not really care whose blessing he had. But as long as he did have the blessing, he might as well be happy.

Paul hung the phone up and went back to doing paperwork. Victoria stirred in her sleep after Vincent set the phone down, the clicking of it against the charger awoke her, she turned her head and asked, "Vincent, who was that?"

"Oh, just your brother, Paul, calling to give me his blessing."

She smiled, "That is wonderful, isn't it?"

"Yes," he smiled at her, "wonderful indeed."

She yawned, "Well what now?" she then grinned, "Do you plan to keep me here like this all day?"

"I don't know. You are such a naughty girl, and you enjoy being punished. What should I do in that case?"

She shrugged her shoulders and slyly whispered, "Whatever you want.... Sir."

He bent down, whispering into her hair, "You always know what I want."

She closed her eyes and let out a light moan when his breath danced across her neck, and then she nodded her head.

He brought his body down to hers, rubbing her backside and breathing heavily down her neck, feeling the moans as they shuddered through her body.

She trembled from his touch, "So, I see you're not going to punish me but rather reward me, I must have done something good, yes?"

"You are always good," he smiled at her with only the corners of his mouth, urging her on.

She smiled back and said, "Shall we cut to the chase then?"

"What chase?" he asked, clueless as to what she was referring to.

She smiled, "I mean would you like to start, or shall I? It'll be quite difficult for me to do so cuffed the way I am, so I suppose the ball is in your court to take me at your will."

He uncuffed her, no longer interested in sex. "What are you playing at?" he asked nervously confused.

She shrugged, "What do you mean? I don't follow you..."

"Nevermind," he breathed, "here comes the chase," he said just going with the flow.

When they had finished, he had left her gasping for air, straining to catch her breath... She looked over at him and managed to say, "We should go to Mississippi in a while and have you meet my family, if you want to that is."

"Why not?" he said. "A good idea, just not too long." Of course, as any heterosexual man, all he could think of on the inside was shit.

Victoria nodded, "I think you'll love father, he's quite a bit older though, he didn't have children until later on... Well he and mother had almost twenty children."

"I am sure they did," he said with subtle sarcasm. "When shall we leave? As soon as possible?" He hoped she would say yes because the sooner they left, the sooner they returned.

Victoria smiled, "We can leave right away if you wish. One thing you might find interesting is that father made the most wealth for the Stahlecker family in the 1930s, he was the president of the major munitions company. You see, most of the old Stahlecker wealth was lost in the Market Crash of 1929, but father managed to make all that grandfather lost, back, and then some, in the 30s."

"I am sure I will love him."

She smiled, ". I'm sure you'll love him; he's a great businessman, and a very generous man. Father was just twenty in 1936 when he made his first million, and later that year he made four hundred and ninety nine million more. He was given an award from the fuehrer for helping to equip an entire panzer division in record time."

"Oh yes, he supported the Germans. I remember hearing how controversial that was. But the more you say about him the more I cannot wait to met such a great man," so then I can get away faster of course, he added to himself.

She nodded, "Father is eighty eight years old, mother is fifty eight. You'll just love meeting them, we should start packing right now then, yes?"

"Yes, let's start packing now."



And so they started packing and readied for their trip to Mississippi.

Ooc- About her father and mother.

Hans Stahlecker XVI (88) The modern patriarch of the Stahlecker family. He was president and owner of the American based “Stahlecker Munitions Company” since 1934 to 1994 when he retired and let his then 54 year old brother Erwin Stahlecker, take over running the company. Hans made most of the modern Stahlecker wealth in the 30s and early 40s selling weapons to Germany. After December 10th, 1941, he moved all the branches of the entire company to either Argentina, Spain, Mexico, Portugal, and some branches into Germany herself. He made a killing in Germany by exploiting slave labor of mostly Russian and other Eastern European POWs to work in his factories. However, he was never charged with any crimes or violations of international law. He married Francesca Galtieri (A 3rd cousin) in Argentina in 1962 (he was 46, she was 16) Hans was regarded by most of the world throughout the 60s-80s as a pariah. Because he had moved his “Stahlecker Munitions Company” to Cape Town in South Africa and kept it there from 1950 until 1984 when the revolution in Mississippi made it possible to move the company back to Mississippi and still provide the Apartheid regime with weaponry. He never did move out of Mississippi even though he moved his companies out of her. The only exception was from 1961-1964 when he was in Argentina and numerous other South American nations. He was widely regarded as the world’s premier munitions genius in the late 30s to mid 60s. 6’0, 160lbs. Blonde hair, blue eyes. IQ 180

Francesca (Galtieri) Stahlecker (58) Born in Argentina in 1946 after her father and mother fled Italy in 1945 to escape leftist persecution and American aggression forces. While she was a cousin to many Stahleckers, she herself was not wealthy as the Stahleckers were. She met and married Hans Stahlecker XVI in 1962 in Argentina. They lated moved permanently back to Mississippi in 1964. She bore Hans eighteen children over the next several decades) She currently helps Hans manage what few companies he has yet to retire as president of. 5’9, 120lbs. Black hair, brown eyes. IQ 140

JRV Government Press conference. LIVE, Government House...

Minister of Information: "Yes, eh, we wish the couple well."

Reporter: "Brent Kockman, 9 News."

"... hi Brent, never heard of you. Your question?"

Reporter: "Yes, ah, why does the JRV Government even care?"

Minister of Information: "...ah, next question."

Reporter: "Dick Sutherland, Tabloid News Network. What is wrong with your hair?"

Minister of Information: "ah... nothing, that I'm aware of. Next question."

Reporter: "Bob Rather, JBC. When will the government comment on the DA conference being held to discuss the FSI situation."

Minister of Information: "I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about."

Sudden burst in questions:

"Where is the deputy minister of foreign affairs?
"Why hasn't farmer MacHaggot been caught yet?
"Any comment on the 'man beast' said to be roaming the east coast?"
"Do I look fat in this suit?"

Minister of Information: "Alright, I think, eh, perhaps we've answered enough questions for this month. Thankyou for coming, see you in four weeks."

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