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[SexyChele]

Claire

"Ah, a college professor! From what I understand our college needs some new blood as far as professors go. Me? I was born on a farm just 50 miles outside of town. Lived there all my life, but my grandparents lived here in town. Last winter my grandmother took ill and passed on. My grandfather had a hard time coping, so I moved to town to stay with him, take care of him. Well, I guess you could say that Jack Becker probably takes care of him more than I do it seems anymore. The old man sure does look forward to their nightly game of checkers.

"Oh, but I'm sorry - I'll bet you don't even know who Jack Becker is! Well, I've been known to babble sometimes."

I giggle slightly at my own foolishness, before meeting Mr. Sims gaze.

"Jack Becker is a hero of types around here. Saved a young town boy from a German U boat. Quite the big man in town right now! He's been staying with me and my grandfather - you know, with housing shortages the way they are and such. I think he'd like his own place - more privacy - but I sure appreciate his help with my my grandfather.

"But look at me! Here I am going on and on just like an old geyser, and I'm sure you're not that interested in my entire life story. But hey, if there's anything you need to know about in Fair Harbor, just ask, OK? Be happy to make our newest college professor feel more comfortable!"

 

[faith]

Toni and Maggie

Maggie looks down into the pretty face of John's assistant. One look into her eyes is enough for Maggie to realize there's a keen intellect to be found in this young woman. John had chosen well.

The office gave off a feeling of comfort. Nothing fancy but a place where people could come together, make a difference, and feel at home while they did it.

I extend my hand while saying," Maggie Sinclair. Is John in? He isn't expecting me."

"Mrs. Sinclair, my name is Toni Moore. I'm John's assistant. " Toni replies as she stands and comes from behind the desk to shake my hand. "I'm sorry but you just missed John. Is there anything I could help you with."

"Please call me Maggie. Actually I think it's just possible that I could help you. I came to make an appointment to meet John but as I walked over here I have acknowledged to myself that I need to do more to help with the war effort."

Toni looks over shoulder at her desk and the call list, with a mischievious smile asks," Well Maggie, do you by any chance know how to use a phone?"

 

[Maid of Marvels]

A welcome relief...

Toni couldn't believe their luck. The OVS was running on a shoestring budget, but there was often more to do than she and John could handle. Many a night the two of them stayed late trying to finish up the little details that took so much time.

Maggie grinned and brandished her index finger like a sword. "Have finger. Can dial. Where do I start?" Toni knew immediately that she and Maggie were going to get along famously. Poor John. He was really in for it now.

"You know the Quincy is coming in and the families here have offered to take a boy or two in for a home made dinner. Well, John gave me this... LIST. Two hundred forty four names to call to confirm. I'm about a third of the way through." Toni ripped the paper in half and handed the shorter one to Maggie Sinclair.

"There's peanuts for pay, Maggie. If you're still interested, pull up a chair at that desk over there. I think it has your name on it." Toni winked as the newest member of the Office of Volunteer Services made herself at home.

 

[sojournerwolf]

Carter Moorehouse Sims IV

Sims listens closely to the young waitress. It's not really a gift of looking interested so much as it is of actually being interested. Sims is not easily bored, and Claire is a attractive lass. And then, when Claire mentions Jack Becker, he makes a decision.

"That Jack Becker sounds like quite the hero, indeed," Sims murmmurs. "Truth to tell, I know very little about this town. And as I will be staying her a while, I would like to learn more. Would you be free for dinner tonight? I could certainly use the excuse to avoid my landlady's cooking, and I can hardly think of more charming company with which to break bread."

 

[faith]

Deborah Greathouse

Winter-1920- 1921-England

"Deborah dear, where are you?" Lady Lennox called.

Deborah looked down at the new book she was reading "The Mysterious Affair at Styles" a first time novel by a Miss Agatha Christie and sighed. She was so enjoying the "whodunit" but had no wish to be rude to her hostess. Laying the book aside Deborah pulled herself up and followed her hostess' voice.

"Deborah, John is here. Please come and welcome him."

Feeling true delight that the Professor had come back to visit and wanting to hear more about his idea for a children's book, Deborah hurried towards the library.

Wearing a smile for the dear lady and turning toward the chairs before the fireplace, Deborah said," Wecome Professor Tolki....

The man rising from the chair to greet her was not the John she had expected. She barely heard Lady Lennox's introduction to her son's associate from the colonies. Suddenly it was as if all the air had been taken from the room. The last thing she saw was the look of surprise on John's face as he took in her obviously pregnant form. Then for the first time in her life, Maggie fainted.

"Maggie...Maggie, are you okay?", the voice of Toni bringing Maggie out her contemplation.

"I'm sorry Toni, just lost in thought for a moment. What did you need?"

"I didn't need anything Maggie. I just wondered if you would be ready to take a break for lunch soon?"

 

[Guest]

Oberleutnant Hermann Weiler

"Okay, Nazi Boy, what next?"

Sleep deprivation, stress, sugar crash from that moon pie... whatever it was that had made Oberleutnant Hermann Weiler go soft ended upon hearing those words.

Weiler flips his gun in his hand and smacks the butt into Sophie's face, not with anything close to full force, but enough to shut her stupid mouth.

"Until I am through with you, you will show me the respect I deserve."

Weiler's cold blue eyes shift to the prone man. A threat to his escape, the bastard will die. The Nazi regrips the pistol and fires a shot into the back of Andrew Sinclair's head. Almost as an afterthought, he unties the stocking from around the dead man's head.

Straightening, he looks into the eyes of the woman. He senses her fear, her pain. That, as much as her beauty, is arousing to the German. He balls up the stocking in his hand and dabs at the blood, trickling from the corner of her mouth.

"Here is your stocking, Sophie."

 

[Tornado]

That would

be me.

 

[ariosto]

Quick re-cap,

At the OVS office Toni and Maggie are working on the list that John gave them.
Carmody himself is loose in the town trying to get some facts about the breakout.
Jack Beck is in Patterson's office at the shipyard being grilled by the Police Chief.
Weiler the Nazi is in Sophie's apartment and has just shot Andrew Sinclair. He is plotting his next move and Sophies in a real pickle.
At the Harbor View Diner Claire is waiting on the College Professor Sims
Colonel Thor is at the base about to take an airplane ride.
Mrs Taylor is in her kitchen, Deak has just left her in a bit of quandry.
(where is Deak going now?)
Maisy and Frank are together being mushy but I'm not sure where.
Bette Moore is at home doing Domestic things but John is heavy on her mind.
Nels Bronson is attending duties on his cutter, thinking of Angel and Toni and Claire.
It's late morning on the 15th. The Quincy will dock at 5.
THe bars and USO club will be swinging to night!
The BIG DANCE though is tomorrow night on the pier.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Sophie Kelly

The pain shoots through my mouth, down into my soul. Briefly I think of praying, praying to a God I have long since abandoned. I suppose prayer is a natural reaction in a time when fear enevlops your entire being. Once I knew love. Once I prayed. Once I was filled with hope. But more than all of those I felt fear. Unlike this terror, granted, yet I have known it. Now I befriend it. I know I will survive again.

The thoughts swirl through my frightened head, a sandstorm of flittering possibilities. I wonder if this man is capable of hurting me more than the sorrow I have experienced prior. Can I protect myself this time? Do I have the strength?

I watch him kill Andrew without any remorse at all from either of us. I look at him with determination, glaring at him, challenging him. "Respect? Is that what you want from me? You Stupid Nazi Bastard! You have taken the wrong woman if that is what you expect! I show this to NO man. Not even you!"

The sheer rage is visible in his stare. I shake inside but attempt to hide my fear from his eyes. For a seemingly eternity each of us refuses to give in and continue holding each other's gaze. Never moving my eyes, an evil grin spreads across my face. Another challenge is issued.

"You are nuszing but a spoiled, rotten child!" His words eminating from behind clenched teeth. "Let me show vhat vee do to vith villful vomen such as you!" In one swift movemt he violently grabs me, hoisting me effortlessly over his shoulder.

 

[SexyChele]

Claire

At Sims' suggestion for dinner, my mind immediately thinks of Thor. And then there is the commitment to the USO - I had promised to help serve coffee and cake. I make a quick decision -

"Well, Mr. Sims, there is a USO dance this evening that I'm already committed to. But I've been told I'm a pretty good cook. Why don't you come over to the house and join us for dinner this evening? I don't think Jack has any plans, and it would give you an opportunity to meet him. Sound OK with you? Dinner is usually at 5:30."

I look at him, hoping I haven't hurt his feelings, part of me hoping he can make it.

 

[captainb]

Chief Talbrut

Earl Talbrut didn't like Jack, knew it the moment he'd heard about how Becker had "rescued" the Jones kid. Something was seriously wrong there. Earl had done some quick checking. It hadn't taken much to pull up Becker's record. A drifter, an ex-boxer with a prison high school degree who just happened to speak pretty damn good German, who just happened to wander into town just in time to save the kid from a couple of krauts who just happened to be running around town at the same time. Earl didn't like coincidences. He'd been born and raised in this town and thought of it as his property. He didn't like anyone shitting on his property, nor on the people who depended on him to keep it clean. There was going to be enough trouble on the streets tonight with that crew from the Quincy all over the place, and he'd been hoping to avoid dealing with the MPs any more than he had to. Now there was an escaped prisoner on the loose, a Nazi prisoner for god's sake! He'd have to explain to the MPs how the bastard cold-cocked Smith in the cell and stole his gun, and wouldn't they just have a good time raking him over the coals for that! It was all making his stomach hurt. And the last thing he needed was some two-bit welder blowing smoke in his face, looking like he was ready to bust out laughing.

Earl breathed deeply, straightened and walked around to Jack's side of the desk. It creaked as he leaned on the edge, hooking a thumb under his belt. "He's a little more than just tough talking now, ain't he Becker?" He leaned closer, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Whaddya wanna bet he's looking to make good on his promise, huh? You get to know any of the women in town yet? Good lookin' guy like you's probably had a few dates. Anyone you like?" His voice lowered. "Anyone you wanna see raped?"

Jack's eyes flashed angrily and he flicked his cigarette ash on the floor.

"'Cause that's gonna happen, Becker, sure's shit. You know what it's like for a sailer, all those months alone without a woman? That kraut's gonna find someone, some girl in this town, and he's gonna HURT her!" He jabbed his finger forward. "Maybe someone you know. You know any pretty girls that a kraut might like?" He watched Jack's eyes look away for a moment and nodded grimly. "Now why don't you think again about what else that sonuvabitch said to you. And make it fast."

 

[Yoc]

Deak

Deak almost has a worried look as he enters the Tradewinds Bar.

Glancing over, he recognises two figures sitting in at a table in the far corner. He joins them.

"You are late." states the larger of the two men.

"Yeah! Sorry! Been kinda busy." replies Deak.

"You got the money?" the large man asks.

"Not exactly! But I'm working on it."

The large man shakes his head. "Deacon! Deacon! Deacon! What am I going to do with you? I try to be a nice guy and you keep letting me down."

"Look! I will pay, honest!" Deak protests.

The large guy frowns slightly.

"Without question I know you will, Deacon. The trouble is 'when'. Only this morning, my employer says to me 'when the kid gonna pay?'. And I, like a mug, tells her that it will be today. But look what happens? You let me down." The frown deepens. "Now you expect me to go to my employer and tell her the bad news."

"I will pay next week." says Deak, sweat starting to glisten on his brow.

The two men just sit there for a little while, just staring.

"I think that we need a little privacy. " finally announces the large guy, getting up. "Come on, Deacon. Let's go outside for a 'little chat'."

Deak swollows deeply. He knows how these 'little chats' are about. "Hey! We don't need to have a chat." protests the boy.

"I'm afraid my associate disgrees, isn't that right?" The other man, a lot smaller than the first but built like a brick house, nods.

Taking hold of Deak, the two men walk him out of the bar.

 

[Yoc]

Frank Jnr

"Who's a rotten egg then?" She laughs as he comes striding towards her. Grabbing her in his arms, he lifts her up.

"Guess it must be me. So if I'm a rotten egg then I suppose I better wash."

Still holding her, the powerful quarterback starts walking into the water.

"Frankie...? What are you doing...? We're going to get soaked!" she exclaims.

"I know!" grins the boy. Then he 'trips' and they both find themselves in the warm water, splashing around...

 

[captainb]

Chief Talbrut

Jack stared at the tip of his cigarette, his jaw muscles clenching. Earl cocked his head.

"You got something to say, Becker?" he asked with a growl. "Maybe something he told you while you were talking in German?" He stood and walked to the opposite wall, staring at the papers tacked to the bulletin board. Then he turned, almost as an afterthought. "Where'd you learn to speak that so good anyway, huh?"

"That's my business," Jack said, biting hard on the filter.

Earl advanced on him in two surprisingly quick strides. "Wrong, mister," he said. "It just became mine." Jack's eyes rose to meet his, and Patterson swallowed as the two men faced each other. Just then a series of squawks sounded outside, and Earl's eyes slipped to the door. The voice coming over the patrol car radio sounded urgent.

"Keep'im here," he said and stepped outside. The radio was calling, "Chief, chief! Pick it up, we got trouble! Hey chief!" He leaned in the car window and pulled up the microphone.

"Talbrut here. What are you yellin' about, Bill?"

"Chief," said Bill McGreevey, one of his constables. "We just got a call from an apartment off Farragut, behind the Tradewinds. Lady on the ground floor says she heard a gunshot upstairs! Munhall and Greene are on their way over now."

Earl keyed the mike while opening the car door. "Get hold of Gresh and Houser and tell'em to get over there! And tell'em to be careful! That kraut might have made his move." He untangled the cord from the door and sank into the seat. "Call Smith too, if his head's clear enough. Becker!" This last was yelled out the window. Jack opened the office door, Patterson standing behind him. Earl pointed at him. "You do some serious thinking, mister. 'Cause if you're not talkin' to me, you're talkin' to the MPs. Get it?" The car squealed away as its siren began to rise.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Colonel Thor

.....with a slight twitch of the yoke, 'California Dreamin' climbs another 50' above the shining sea. The vessel is right in front of the nose. My right hand pushes all four throttles to full open. As we roar across the stern of the vessel, my copilot says, "Colonel, the name of the ship is Quincy. She looks like she's Navy." I must admit that playing with a '17 - and watching the crew dive for cover was a rush. I pulled back on the yoke and 'Dreamin' climbed - almost like a fighter. I circled, waggled my wings at the 'Quincy' and handed control back to my student. "Yours, and take us home."

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy

"Frankie...? What are you doing...? We're going to get soaked!" she exclaims.

"I know!" grins the boy. Then he 'trips' and they both find themselves in the warm water, splashing around...

Maisy's shock is broken by sudden laughter as Frank manages to get her thoroughly soaked. The warm waters engulfs their previously dry clothes eagerly and she feels the cotton clinging to her body as the water splashes around them.

She laughs harder, thoroughly weak from it in fact as they cling to each other while trying to get the other to take the brunt of the waves. They end up... totally... and thoroughly soaked.

Maisy's hair has long come out of it's neat pony-tail and now is plastered to her head resembling a golden cap. Her laughter slows into a giggle as they stop rolling around in the water. She's on top of him now... starring down into those fabulous eyes.

She blinks some of the salt water from her eyes and finds herself blushing. He's looking at her so intently. They are silent now as they look at each other.

"Oh Frank..." she sighs... lowering her face to his. He tastes salty and warm and so inviting. She suddenly feels flushed. She can feel the heat of his body and looking down... his t-shirt is soaked outlining that hard quarter-back chest. She shivers slightly, feeling her heart start to race.

He pulls her down for another kiss. Deeper, longer. She closes her eyes and enjoys it... it's sunny, warm, wet... and for once, she's not thinking of anything but the joy of the feel and taste of him. In fact, she couldn't think of anything right this moment to save her life.

 

[Tornado]

He had decided to find the bedroom in this little hellhole and take the American whore like the bitch that she was. Her struggles where inconsequential but wonderfully arousing as Weiler found and kicked open the door to Sophie's bedroom, splintering the cheap wood like toothpicks. He strood into the small room and dropped Sophie from his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Fortunately, the fall stunned her. He reached down and grabbed a handfull of admittedly gorgeous red hair and pulled until the woman stood. He lead her by the silky strands to the bed which he bent her over on.

She looked so helpless and voluptuous. It had been so long, and he would not miss this delightful opportunity. Her handcuffed hands were useless. He felt foolish at his earlier squeemishness. The lush curves of her bent-over body beckoned him to do whatever he wished. He was going to take pleasure in this punishment. He planted his left knee into the small of her back as he began to unfasten his trousers, mashing her into the matress.

Just then something on the nightstand count the German's eye. He smiled wickedly, baring his teeth like a shark.

"And what is this, my trapped little bitch?"

Hermann dug his knee painfully into Sophie's back as he bent way over to pick up the 8" long black rubber dildo.

"Do you fantasize about filthy African cocks?" He laughed as he waved it in front of her face.

"No... I.... Don't," Sophie gasped, finally finding a voice with which to speak.

"And why should I not. Do not bothering answer, my dear. The question is purely rhetorical."

He reached down and yanked up her dress. A pleasant surprise, no panties.

"Ah, you were expecting me," Weiler said with cruel humor. He ran the tool over the woman's unturned sex.

"I see also that you are used to being used, quite recently in fact." The words accompanied a sudden thrust of the long black shaft into Sophie's exposed sex. He buried the dildo into the woman until his hand came into contact with her most sex.

A siren, opening and slamming doors, voices, police

Weiler withdrew the shiny tool as quickly as he had inserted it. He yanked Sophie upright and turned her around so that his eyes bored into hers.

"I know that I will most likely die today. Unless you help me escape, you will join me in death." His eyes glittered cold with no emotion betrayed in their icy blue depths.

He took the pistol out of the waistband of his trousers and pressed it into Sophie's temble.

"Now, I will give you one chance to answer or I will pull the trigger. Is there a back way out of these apartments?"

 

[captainb]

Chief Talbrut

The black Chevy raced up the street, Earl gripping the steering wheel. He desperately hoped that it was the German, suspected that it was just some drunken fool reloading his gun, and feared that either way someone was or would be hurt. Every year there seemed to be more trouble seeping into Fair Harbor. The war hadn't made it easier, what with all the young men who could handle a gun being sent overseas. Most of his force were vets of WW1, like himself. He'd been born at the turn of the century, and had slogged through the French mud with the other millions of infantrymen who'd lived and died in the trenches. Now the war had returned and had invaded his backyard. This town was his life, all he had left since Maureen had passed on seven years ago. He'd earned the respect of the townspeople, had won the last four elections because of his dedication. People may not have always liked him, may have poked fun at his weight behind his back, but they trusted him to protect them. This whole incident wouldn't help the next election, that was sure, but it ate at him deeper than just votes. He had his own self-respect to consider, and the police force was an extension of that. He needed to have this kraut taken care of; whether captured or killed didn't matter anymore. He thought of Becker again and grimaced. Anyone who tried to get in his way was fair game.

 

[faith]

going home for lunch...

As I gaze at the tiny painting of the baby that graced the wall I wondered to myself how I had ever let him go. He was so beautiful. His head of hair, his perfect form, even the little moon above his heart. Andrew alway hated the painting. He never Knew I was the artist...

1921-England

"....so sad...lost husband...died from lung fever..." I could hear Lady Lennox telling John the lies she believe were the truth. The quiet swish if the door, the voice of a servant calling the Lady away.

If I just didn't open my eyes John would go away...he didn't. When I found the courage to open my eyes, there he sat in a chair next to the bed. With three simple words he opened the flood gates..."Please trust me." It had been so long since I had trusted anyone but I took a chance. I told him of the abuse, both physical and mental at Andrew's hand. My knowledge that it wouldn't stop with me. Of his threats on my family. I talked late into the night. I had to find a way to protect this child. When there was nothing left to say I met John's eyes. I had found a friend.

Over the next few months our friendship would change. We became lovers. The most important lesson he would teach me was that joy and laughter belonged in the bedroom ...

Just days before my child was born John came to me. It seemed he had a very close friend that desperately wanted a child and was looking to adopt...would I think about it. I knew this was the answer to my prayers.

On the day my son was born John brought him to my room. I was so angry that he had done that to me. John being John didn't argue. He layed my son in my arms, kissed me gently on the lips and said,"Maggie, say hello to your son, hold him and love him so you can let him go."

On the day I left the hospital, I left it alone. John was taking my child to his new family. I left Engand returning to my own private hell named Andrew. I tried to let it go but I had one last thing to do before I could....I went to my studio, picked up my paint brushes.....

!942-

"Enough is enough", I thought to myself. "No more of this day dreaming. There's way to much to do today."

I get my purse and head out the door wondering how John will feel when he finds me at his office. I promised Toni I'd come back and finish the list...

 

[ariosto]

To say Jack was preoccupied when he returned to work would have been an understatement. Even Pattersons pat on the shoulder and "It's OK Becker", didn't do much to ease his mind.

He was thankful for the steam whistle announcing lunch and took off at a brisk walk for the Diner where he would meet Toni in ten minutes for a quick bite.

He heard siren s behind him and turned to see another Fair Harbor patrol car heading up Farragut.

He arrived a few minutes before Toni and took a seat at the counter.

"Hi Claire. Hope your day's been better than mine."
She'd already poured him a cup of coffee and nodded towards one of the booths wher a well dressed stranger was sitting.

"That's Mister Sims. he's with the college."
She leaned closer,
"Jack he's been asking about you."

 

[MtnAngelWV]

Sophie Kelly

My knees completely give out as the German firmly releases me and I fall squarely on my ass. "Hey take it easy, You...." The sentence trailed off as he grabs a handful of my hair. I wince slightly at the pain, but then again I have grown used to the abuse men seem to heap on me.

Throwing me down roughly on the bed, he comments on my toy. "It probably feels better than you would, Nazi Bastard!" With that he throws the hem of my dress up and rams the dildo deeply inside me. "Oh Yeah Baby that's exactly the way I like it!" The pain shoots through me but I'll be damned if I admit it to this guy.

Suddenly he stops as we hear the rapidly approaching scream of the siren. I am yanked off the bed and can feel the cold, metallic barrel of his gun beside my head.

"Now, I will give you one chance to answer or I will pull the trigger. Is there a back way out of these apartments?"

"The...uh...fire..uh...escape. Will that do?"

Grabbing my hair and snapping my head back, he growls the next order into my left ear, "Now, listen to me, American Bitch!! Keep your fucking mouth shut and you might live to see another day!" He opens the dingy window and drags me along with him.

 

[captainb]

Constable Munhall was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking up nervously as Greene slowly crept up to the second floor landing. They had shooed the tenants back into their rooms, after they had passed along to the policemen their best guess that the sound came from one of the rooms at the end of the hall. Greene crept down the hall past the doors he knew to be safe, looking at the three remaining doors at the end. He could hear sirens approaching, and decided to wait for backup. And for someone who would make a decision.

Two more squad cars pulled up to the front of the building, the siren wails dying ungracefully. Earl jumped out. "Houser, keep those people back," as he waved to the slowly gathering onlookers. "Gresh, go check around back. And be careful!" Gresh nodded, drawing his .38 Colt and disappearing around the edge of the building. Another black car arrived, and Sheriff Smith pulled himself out, a white bandage showing under his hat. "You," Earl pointed, "watch these people. Houser, go around back with Gresh." Earl turned and entered the building.

 

[Yoc]

Deak

No-one takes any notice of the two men coming out of the alley behind the Tradewinds Bar.

Inside the alley, Deak staggers to his feet, his body a bed of pain, his head spinning, his vision blurred. He leans against something hard (presumably the wall) as he goes to wipe his eyes only to find his face is wet.

I'm bleeding!

Nausea swells up inside him and suddenly he is vomiting, the violent movement causing more pain to shoot up his body.

Finally, after what seems an age, he stops. Taking a deep breath, the boy attempts to take a step forward only for the spinning to become too intense and he collapses, unconscious.

 

[Tornado]

Weiler

The Nazi climbed out through the window and dragged Sophie out with him. Instinctively he flattened himself against the wall as two man with guns came into view. "Polizei," he said under his breath.

Seeing the police, Sophie yelled, "Help! Stop! He has a gun!!" Weiler did not hesitate. He raised his pistol, aimed, and fired two shots before the men had a chance to see him. They both dropped instantly.

Weiler pulled Sophie after him as he descended the fire escape. He forced them to move quickly, knowing more police would be drawn by the sound of the shots.

They dropped the last five feet, Hermann falling to the ground first. Sophie landed on top of him and rolled away. He felt the wind rush out of his body and his chest began to ache. Ignoring the instinctual panic, he pushed himself up.

The Nazi helped the handcuffed woman to her feet. Voices approach from above and a face that the Nazi recognizes as authority appears in the open window. Holding Sophie directing in front of him, he backs into the alley, his gun pressed to the woman's temple.

 

[Yoc]

Frank Jnr

Laying in the water, he looks up at her, the laughter suddenly gone.

He watches the water sexily trickling down her face, onto those sexy lips.

"Oh Frank..." she says as she lowers her face to his and then they are kissing.

Maisy then lifts up slightly only for him to pull her back down, their lips joining again.

He can feel her responding.

With one hand on the top of her head, the other starts going down her back slowly, exploring the feel the shape of her body through the drenched clothes.

His arousal building, his hand reaches her bottom and gently, he starts to squeeze it...