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   Prologue

   This story is purely fictional story, although some instances quoted,
actually did happen during the wartime period.  This is a follow on from
Part.

   Precise of Part 1

   In 1940/1941 the British were losing vast amounts of Merchant shipping
to the U Boats.  The situation was desperate.  At the time Lt Commander
Tony Nash VC was in command of a Submarine HMS Tenacious, when Anne-Marie a
French double agent, and someone at the Admiralty, discovered that he had a
German mother and English father and that he was fluent in the German
language.  He also had a number of relatives still living in Berlin.

   The plan was hatched that Anne-Marie would marry Tony and they would
defect to France in the hope that Tony could convince the Nazis that he was
defecting.  His task was somehow get hold of the German U Boat codes.

   After they defected the Germans were delighted that a British war hero
had defected, but they believed that Anne-Marie his wife, was now surplus
to requirements and had her assassinated.

   Co-incidently the British happened to capture a surrendered U boat,
(U110) and get the Enigma codes and all the signal books so they aborted
the operation.  But it was too late and the Nazis subsequently hatched a
plan for Tony to marry one of Hitler's nieces.  The propaganda was too good
for them to miss and they were prepared to exploit it for all it was worth.

   During his time in Germany Tony regularly dined with Hitler many high
German officers.  He was feted by the German people and it was decided he
should join Admiral Doenitz's staff as an advisor.  However on his trip to
the coast, Tony managed to escape although wounded back to the UK.  Part 2
takes over when he leaves hospital











   Chapter 1: Sick leave

   Five weeks after his landing back in the UK with Christmas approaching
fast, Tony's long stay in hospital was over.  He was now ready for his
convalescence.  He said goodbye to Joan his companion from the intelligence
branch, who had been staying with him to retrieve every bit of vital
information that she could glean from him.  He was taken to Haslar Hospital
near Portsmouth by ambulance, with a close escort of plain clothes
Policemen.  After the medical, which fortunately gave him an all clear, he
went to report to Captain Submarines at the submarine base at HMS Dolphin
which was close to the hospital, and also to renew some old acquaintances.
It was at this point that Captain Submarines told him the inside story
about the capture of the Enigma machine by HMS Boxer from U110, and the
reason for his abortive recall..

   Tony was very bitter about the lack of communication at the Admiralty,
that had put him and Anne-Marie in such danger all for nothing.  He pointed
out bitterly that Anne-Marie lost her life because of Admiralty bungling.
Had they acted more quickly then Anne-Marie would still be alive

   At Haslar Hospital he had been given a very rigid Psychological and
Physical examination, to ascertain whether the experience has caused any
lasting damage to his ability as a Royal Naval Officer.  But as he
explained it had been easy to live the lie, as there was no-one alive to
betray him, except poor Janine who was now dead.

   On Sunday December 7th 1941 the whole focus of the war changed, the
Japanese attacked Pearl Harbour.  Almost simultaneously Japanese troops
landed in Malaysia.  The next day Hitler foolishly declared war on the
United States which brought the comment from one of the officers in the
wardroom at HMS Dolphin.  Hitler has made three big mistakes, and if we
can't win the bloody war now, we don't deserve to.  The fact that he did
not persevere with the air war in the Battle of Britain, then he stupidly
attacked Russia, and now by declaring war on the United States he has
surely ensured his eventual downfall."

   Tony's sudden and unexpected re-appearance at HMS Dolphin had caused a
lot of surprise, as his return to the UK had not formally been made public.
One of his friends said caustically.  "I was not sure whether I should
shoot you or buy you a drink."

   To his friends it was a complete surprise.  Even William Joyce now known
as Lord Haw-Haw in his nightly broadcasts, was quite bitter and really
scathing about the way in which the Partisans had executed him.  Obviously
his safe arrival back in the UK had not been pecked up by the Germans.

   He was informed that the official announcement was to be made shortly.
Tony cynically commented that he hoped that it would be, as he did not need
to be shot by a keen eyed policeman after what he had just been through

   After everyone had got over their initial surprise at seeing him again,
he was the target for some very close questioning about how he had got on
with Hitler and Goering, and some of the other notable Nazi` leaders, from
colleagues, but in the main, most of his colleagues accepted that his
experiences must be a matter of Official Secrets, and perhaps even after
the war, some parts of his abortive operation would have to remain a
closely guarded secret, at least for a time.

   It was pointed out to him that his return would now put him in great
personal danger, as through the large network of double agents that within
hours of the BBC announcing his safe return to the UK, the government had
learned that orders had gone out to all agents and Nazi sympathisers in the
UK for his extermination, with a large financial reward being offered for
either his capture or death.  Somehow Nazi Germany had to restore their
lost credibility in the eyes of their own population, and the World at
large .

   He was continually asked by many officers "Why did you not kill Hitler
when you had the chance?" Tony normally replied "Think about it a bit.  If
I could have done, I would still not have done it, because they might then
have elected someone who did not make so many stupid mistakes, and that
would give them a much better chance of winning the bloody war."

   He had a further long visit with Mr.  Broughton from the Admiralty, who
sympathised with him over his bitterness about Admiralty communications,
and sending him and Anne-Marie on an abortive operation.  He said that HMS
Bulldog did not send details of their capture as they would not take the
risk of their signals being reads by the enemy

   He explained that the Admiralty would announce his safe return from a
highly successful operation, in Nazi Germany in the next 48 hours, before
he was due to go on leave.  He also pointed out that the Admiralty had
decreed that his seafaring days were finished, at least until Germany had
been defeated, pointing out that if he was taken prisoner, it would mean a
certain execution for him.

   Mr.  Broughton expressed his concern that he was he was probably in much
more danger now than he had been whilst in Nazi Germany, as their were
still a large number of Nazi sympathisers and agents still in the UK.  Many
had come in via Dunkirk and been caught, but there were still a few who
were unaccounted for.  In particular there was a hardcore of IRA
sympathisers, who were prepared to actively work for the Nazi regime.  Mr.
Broughton explained that they were pleased that he would be going on leave
to a country village, which gave the security services a better chance to
catch any would be assassins than in a city.  The security people would be
there to protect him, but they would be watching for any strangers in the
village as well as fully co-operating with the local County Police Force to
ensure his safety.

   In a way he commented as he was putting on his coat to take his leave
"You will be like the cheese in the trap to catch the mouse, it will help
us to entrap any Nazi sympathisers, so there is a good excuse to deploy a
lot of resources to look after your security."

   His old boat Tenacious was out on patrol, also his ex First Lieutenant
Bill had been made Lieutenant Commander and put in command of an "S "Class
Submarine, and he too was also out on patrol He had been very successful so
far, and had been on a special operation, and had sunk a couple of enemy
ships in another patrol.  However, it was wartime, and it was sad that
several of his oldest friends had not returned from their patrols.  Their
boats apparently being the casualties of war, as they were now long
overdue.

   After a very pleasant visit, Tony was free to go home on sick leave
pending further appointment.  His kit would follow, being brought to his
home by the Red Cross.  He was escorted discreetly by four plain clothes
police officers who would be responsible for his security.  Tony arrived at
the local station by the morning milk train.  at 5.0 am in the morning. 
just as the all clear was being sounded following a raid on the Bristol
docks.  Fortunately, the Red Cross had been able to get a message through
to Jean his cousin, that he was on his way, and she had waited on a
freezing snow covered railway station all night, as the trains were very
irregular, and she was not going to take the chance of missing him.

   Anyone seeing their reunion would have thought that they were lovers,
and not just first cousins.  She told him that she had received a long
visit, from some security people, and the local police, who wanted a
complete lay out of the farm and the local area, and that everyone was
taking the issue of his security very seriously.  She was quite concerned
about all the fuss, which was being made, which quite rightly, made her
think Tony was in some sort of danger.  But she worried because she did not
know the real reason for it.  When Tony explained she understood, and Tony
introduced him to the four police officers who had accompanied him..

   Tony had been asked by the special police to keep them informed of his
movements, but otherwise they would not intrude on his movements, or
activities.  They did however ask him to inform them if he was going
anywhere outside the village or to visits like military hospitals for a
check-up to give them plenty of notice if possible.

   It was good to be home, and despite the war, his cousin Jean prepared a
wonderful breakfast for him.  It was good to enjoy some real Wiltshire
bacon and eggs and a proper mug of tea, in his own farm house kitchen.  For
the first time, sitting at home at the kitchen table with a proper
breakfast Tony began to appreciate, the danger he had been in, and realise
how lucky he had been to survive.

   Jean asked about his family especially Rolf his cousin, who had been a
regular visitor to the farm before the war, but Tony had not seen him
during his visit, as his squadron was operating on the Russian front.  Tony
had always thought that Jean had a bit of a crush on Rolf when they were
kids, and he and Tony had been really good mates.

   Tony was also delighted to see a couple of new faces at the breakfast
table.  The Ministry of Agriculture had allocated two land girls to the
farm.  They were both London born and bred, and had never seen a real cow
in their lives before they came to work at the farm.  Jean was really
pleased with them; they had taken to life on the farm like ducks to water.
The girls were not in any way shy and they obviously liked flirting which
annoyed Jean a little by the look of annoyance on her face.

   Rose the youngest one had lost her parents recently, in a raid on
London, and Betty had come straight from an orphanage, and had no known
family.  They were both quite pretty girls, and worked well together.  They
were living in two self contained apartments over the stables, and had made
themselves quite comfortable, although they took their meals in the main
house with the family.

   Tony had a walk round the farm yard after breakfast, savoring the odor
of fresh cow dung that hung in the morning air, and he had an enjoyable
visit to the dairy for several glasses of fresh cold milk, that had just
come through the water cooler, before it went into the milk churns for the
daily collection by the local dairy The smells brought back memories of
more pleasant times for him.

   Even his old favourite cart horse Bandit was still working, and seemed
to remember him.  Jean explained that they now had five horses working, but
Bandit was only on light work now because of his age.

   The weather had been quite warm for December, until the snow arrived
later that day which thawed quickly to be followed by clear skies and a
hard frost, with more snow being forecast for later in the month, and
speculation was rife for a white Christmas.  The days were longer as with
double British Summertime in operation, it was possible to work later in
the evenings, although the mornings were dark until later.  The Luftwaffe
despite losing the Battle of Britain were now making good use of the long
winter nights with occasional lightning forays on military targets and some
cities.

   There had only been one bomb dropped locally at a farm two miles away
recently, and the only casualty had been a wild rabbit.  Jean told him with
some amusement that the farmer a friend of hers now had quite a large
crater in the field adjoining the farmhouse.  He was delighted as he had
intended to make a pond, so that he could keep some ducks, and so a lot of
the work had been done for him, but he was not amused at having to replace
all his windows in the farmhouse.  His baby son had slept all the way
through the noise and was perfectly all right.

   Shortages of food were now being experienced by the population at large,
but being a country village.  With clothes and most food products being
rationed, but there was always plenty of fresh produce available, plenty of
rabbits, chicken and eggs and the odd pig got slaughtered, and sold quietly
without ration cards.  Things like Sugar and Butter in particular were in
short supply although most dairy farms managed to make a reasonable butter
for their own consumption.  Some farms had plighted fields and planted
Potatoes and vegetables, a thought which Jean was considering

   Tony made himself known to the farm workers who had not met him before,
Most of whom were past the age for military call-up, but they had already
lost three younger men to the army, and several younger men were awaiting
their calling up papers..  So the land girls were a useful and very welcome
addition.  They had been promised one more girl, but she had not yet
arrived.  Tony took the first couple of days quite easy, just helping with
little jobs around the farm, when he felt like it.

   To the surprise of everyone, he started to get up for early morning
milking, and quite impressed the girls, with the fact that he still
retained his ability to milk a cow.  On the second morning Tony had been
busy mucking out the cowshed after the morning milking, and when he
returned to the kitchen, he found a young attractive lady sitting there
talking to Jean.

   She was introduced to him as Mrs.  Angie Drake.  She was about 25 and
slim with nice features, long blonde hair and quite a pleasant personality.
and were the tenants of Lower Hill farm house, which was the other side of
the wood, and which actually belonged to Tony.  He was quite intrigued with
Angie, and in talking found that she had been a second officer in the WRNS,
but having become pregnant, and married she was discharged.  She did
however, subsequently lose the baby.  Her husband was a serving naval
officer, and had just started his submarine training at HMS Dolphin.

   Christmas was just ten days away and Jean was working hard at preparing
food for Christmas, and some rations had been carefully saved for the
occasion, living on a farm gave them some advantages.  It was always easy
to get a chicken, and most vegetables were grown in the farm garden.  The
combined ration cards allowed a few luxuries and even a Christmas cake
appeared as Jean got busy in the kitchen.

   In the run up to Christmas, the farm sold a vast number of chicken
privately to local residents, and to the local butcher Plus a lot of Holly
and Mistletoe from the Orchard.  They had to keep a close watch as Black
Marketeers were rife and would occasionally raid farms to see what they
could steal.

   Any strange traffic after was quickly noted and the word passed to local
farmers by the police, many of whom would sit somewhere quietly at night,
with a loaded shotgun.

   The following Saturday morning, Tony decided that he would stroll over
to Lower Hill farm to take a look at his old home.  He took the shortest
route, using the public footpath across the various pastures, and through
the boundary wood.  Jean who managed both farms in his absence used Lower
Hill farm, basically for beef production and for egg production.  Keeping
Upper Hill farm for the milking herd which was closer to home and the
village.  Currently the milking herd was in the region of about 125 head,
so hand milking twice a day was a massive task, and assisted by one or to
local part time workers.  Calving was one of the main problems with on
occasion, someone having to stay awake to assist cows having birth in the
middle of the night.  But most of the calving happened in the spring and
summer when the calves had a better chance of survival.

   Tony that morning had just entered the wood by the main path, when he
heard a blast from a shotgun nearby.  He moved cautiously towards the
sound, and came into a clearing.  It had taken him about four minutes to
arrive at the scene.  There was a scuffle going on between a young man in
the clearing, who was attempting to molest a young girl.  Tony recognised
the girl as Maria.  She was the daughter of a deceased farm worker called
Pedro, who had worked for the farm before the war, in 1938 he had been
killed in a farm accident.  He had fallen into a hay rake when hay making.
The horse had panicked and by the time it had been caught he was dead.  His
daughter Maria had been allowed to stay on at the cottage and at one time
had been a former girl friend of Tony's.

   The family had originally come to the UK to avoid the civil war in
Spain. and Maria still lived free of rent in the farm cottage, she and her
father had lived in.  She had been brought up in England, and had elected
to stay here after her father had died.  She occasionally helped out on the
farm, as a part time worker, especially, during hay making, and other busy
times.  Maria had been Tony's very first love, when they were teenagers. 
She had the typical Mediterranean colouring and temperament.  She was a
pretty girl, and Tony could see that she had matured, although he had not
seen much of her in the years since the outbreak of war.

   Tony shouted to the man to move off.  He backed off, and as he did so,
he pointed the shotgun at Tony.  " Mind your own f.....  g business" he
snarled.  "What are you doing with that gun?" Tony asked.  "I'm shooting
fucking rabbits idiot." He snarled.  "You do not have permission to shoot
on this land, and I suspect you do not have a gun licence anyway, and if I
am right, you have stolen that gun from the Lower Hill farm gun cabinet
which was locked." "So what in f.....  g hell is it to do with you?  He
retorted.  "For one thing it is my land, and secondly that gun is my gun,
and was locked in the gun cabinet at Lower Hill farm when I last saw it. 
And thirdly, I advise you to put that gun down on the floor, and step back
unless you want to be killed yourself.  If you look at the label on the
butt of that gun, you will see that it is currently marked as unsafe for
use, and is more danger to you than to any rabbits.

   By this time "Maria visibly shaken had come to stand by him as he was
speaking.  She took hold of his hand.  As Tony had been speaking, they had
both noticed two plain clothes policemen appear in the bushes just behind
the stranger, although the stranger had apparently already realised who
Tony was.  He was however, unaware of the police behind him, and Tony was
fairly sure that they were armed police, who like him, had been attracted
by the shot and Tony knew were part of his security squad.

   As he hesitated Tony said.  "You can treat that as an order Lieutenant.
I could also have you court-martialed for being out of uniform in wartime
and not carrying your respirator." For the first time Tony saw a flicker of
uncertainty on his face, and he quickly put the gun down on the grass.  The
police stepped back without being seen, seeing the gun was being grounded.
"I presume you are Commander Nash, the traitor.  Sir" "Yes I am Commander
Nash VC- Tony said.  I am not, nor never have been a traitor Lieutenant,
although you may have thought so, with all the publicity surrounding my
mission." "Then why sir may I ask are you also out of uniform Sir." "For
your information, I am requested by the Admiralty not to wear uniform, at
this time for a specific security reason.  Now I suggest that you return
home, and put your uniform on.  Leave the gun here, I will look after it."

   With a furious look in his direction the Lieutenant turned and moved
away.  The two security men behind him had now faded back into the trees,
having been convinced Tony was not under any real threat.  Tony decided to
escort Maria home, and leave his visit to Lower Hill farm to another day,
when the husband was not at home either.

   Maria had been his teenage sweetheart, and at one time, he was sure that
the village gossips had expected them to marry.  If it had not been for the
war maybe they might have.  It was at one of the villages Saturday night
regular dances, or hops, as they were called when Tony first saw Maria on
the other side of the room.  For the first time, Tony realised just how
really beautiful she was, and eventually he screwed up enough courage to
ask her for a dance.

   From then on she became his regular date, and she also became the first
girl that Tony had been intimate with.  For both of them it had been the
first time, and not unusually, as Tony reflected it had been rather a
disaster.  But from that day on their love making improved with regular
practice, and like most teenagers Tony managed to get hold of some reading
material that gave them some guidance.

   On the way back to her cottage Maria asked him about the two men who had
appeared behind the Lieutenant.  Tony told her "They think my life is in
danger for having made a fool of the Nazi's and Hitler himself.  If he had
not put the gun down they would have been quite in order to shoot him."

   She said that she had heard the news of his return on the Radio, she
said.  many people in the village had not believed that you had defected,
and were a traitor, people here also took a lot of nasty teasing from other
nearby villages about us being a nest of Nazi traitors here.  The local
cricket match nearly became a war zone "

   Then she told him how the incident had happened.  Apparently, Lieutenant
Drake had accosted her, and had attempted to have his way with her several
times in the past.  The more she told him, the more Tony was convinced that
Lieutenant Drake was quite an unsavory character.

   It was apparently worse on weekends, when he was on weekend leave, that
was when he normally appeared in the village, and twice he had been the
subject of complaints of drunkenness by local people.  Several local girls
had complained of his behaviour, and on two occasions recently, the police
had been called to Lower Hill farm as a result of complaints of drunken
shouting, when local passers by complained of the noise.

   On the walk back to her cottage Tony soon realised just how much Maria
had developed over the years.  She was a very beautiful young lady.  She
dressed well, and her beautiful Spanish complexion, and dark flashing eyes,
beautiful white teeth and a lovely warm smile, were a real turn on.

   Maria told him she had not married.  She had not really had a serious
boyfriend for a long time.  When they got to her cottage, Maria, had given
him a long searching look and said.  "Are you coming in?" Not unexpectedly
inside the cottage Maria turned put her arms round his neck and her mouth
up to be kissed, and they soon found themselves in a big clinch.  Maria had
always worn very exotic Spanish perfumes, and their was no doubt, this more
mature Maria was a very desirable lady.

   She made some tea and sat down next to him on the settee, which meant
that their bodies were touching.  They talked for a long time, and she was
telling him about her war work.  But as time went on they both became
increasingly more and more aware of each others body pressing close to each
other.

   Once she leaned forward to pick up her tea cup and the front of her
blouse fell forward and Tony got a good look at her full breasts and
prominent nipples.  He was also mesmerised by the smell of her exotic
perfume.  Maria always favoured the strong smelling perfumes that Spanish
girls seemed so fond of.  Tony wondered how she managed to get a supply in
wartime.

   It did not take long for Tony to start feeling very randy, being in such
close proximity to Maria and he suspected that Maria was deliberately
trying to get him interested, as she sat even closer.  Then she put her
mouth up again and threw her arms round his neck for a kiss.  She knew the
effect she was having on him, and she had never got Tony out of her system.
Her thigh touched his and she placed one hand onto his knee and then she
looked up at him with her face just inches away.  Suddenly they were
kissing again, but this time with much more passion.  Her free hand was
undoing his fly buttons and releasing his cock from his pants.

   They kissed very much with the unrestrained passion as they had done
when they were teenagers, penetrating each others mouth with their tongues.
She started unbuttoning his shirt, and she kissed him on the neck moving
lower as she undid successive buttons.  Her tongue searching and licking
his nipples She pursed her lips around one and sucked hard.  It felt good.
Tony put his hand inside her blouse and cupped Maria's breasts, playing
with he nipples before bending forward and sucking on each one in turn.

   Soon they were both fully undressed and their clothes were lying in a
heap on the floor.  She bent down to his cock, and fastened her lips around
the head of his cock.  Something they had never done as a teenager.  Tony
couldn't quite believe what was happening.  Maria had hated doing this when
they were teenagers, and Tony presumed that she had found other lovers in
his absence.  He looked down at her dark hair, as her head bobbed up and
down.  She stopped and looked up at him with a beautiful smile on her face,
and without speaking stood up and took his hand and led him to the bedroom.
.  In the bedroom, they lay on the bed and she took his cock in her mouth
once again.  She caressed his scrotum and teased his rectum with her
finger- tips.  The pleasure she was providing was intense.  She made him
come so hard Tony thought his head would burst.  He could not restrain
himself and he came in her mouth without thinking.  He thought he would
never stop coming.  When Tony did she looked up at him with a smile and
said.  "Welcome home my darling Tony" She snuggled up next to him and said,
"Tony I want you to make love to me now just like we used to do.  I have
missed you so much."

   Tony kissed her long and passionately, and rolled her onto her back, as
he mounted her his cock now hard again thrust into her waiting pussy.  They
settled into a rhythm and their combined lust took charge as Maria clung on
to him tightly.  Her eyes were closed.  Her hips gyrated up and down
against his..  After only a few minutes of this she arched her back,
raising herself off the bed and she came with a long drawn out moan.

   After a short rest and she lay with her head on his shoulder like they
had used to as teenagers They were soon both ready again.  She propped
herself on her knees and elbows and they fucked doggie-style.  While
plunging into her from behind Tony came again, and so did she.  Tony rested
on his back for a while and his cock now soft had slid out of her.  They
ate a light lunch and talked about the old days.  Then they were kissing
again, and she was fondling his hardening cock.  As once again passion took
control of them..  It was late afternoon when Tony left to go home.

   When Tony left he put his arm round her and gave her a big kiss, and a
hug.  Tony felt a bit guilty about the fact that he had never thought to
keep in touch with her.  He was still very fond of her.  Before parting she
whispered.  "Darling its lovely to have you back, and soon we must start
thinking about the wedding." Tony did not have the nerve to say anything in
response, and he walked home in a state of shock.  He could see how she had
come to the conclusion that Tony still wanted to marry her.  But how was he
going to let her down gently?

   Next Chapter 2

















   Chapter 2 Tony Meets Angie

   When Tony got walked into the kitchen.  Tony found that Henry Drakes
wife Angie was sitting in the kitchen talking to Jean.  Tony told her about
the incident that morning, and asked Angie how he had got hold of the gun.

   She told him, that her husband had broken into a bedroom; that had been
left locked, by using some sort of skeleton key he had got hold of.  The
room had been kept locked, because it contained items of sentimental value,
furniture and documents which were private, and other items such as the gun
which was locked in a fire arms cabinet.  The gun was never intended to be
used again, but had been the property of his father.  Tony had kept it for
sentimental reasons.

   The gun had been declared unserviceable and unsafe by the local gunsmith
before they had locked it away.  But Lieutenant Henry Drake had ignored the
warning label, and taken to using it a couple of times to amuse himself.

   Tony was quite bitter.  "Your husband is a fool, he could have killed
himself." Angie looked at Tony and said with a hint of bitterness.  " Pity
he didn't!."

   Jean and Tony exchanged glances and there was an ominous silence, and
then Angie burst into tears.  In the kitchen, after Angie had left, Jean
suggested that they invite Angie over to join them for Christmas, but Tony
demurred, and said that he was not prepared to put up with her husband, but
Jean told him that apparently he was expecting to be on duty over Christmas
and Angie would be on her own.  So Tony agreed.

   The next day Tony had decided that he needed to get out and meet many of
his old friends.  The local pub was the best place to start, but he was a
little nervous about going to the pub, but he knew he would have to face
the locals sooner or later.  He was not sure how people would react to him.
He eventually resolved that he should go late that evening, and have a pint
at his usual local.  He went about an hour before closing time to the
`Black Swan' fondly referred to by the locals as the `Dirty Duck` which was
the only pub in the village.  He knew the pub was managed by two old school
friends of his Jack and Chrissie.  Like many country pubs it had an orchard
at the back, with a good selection of apple tress and the landlord usually
kept a couple of pigs and some chicken

   Taking a minute to gather his courage outside, he pushed the door open.
Suddenly the chatter ceased, everyone had gradually gone silent, as they
turned to look at him.  Tony walked up to the bar, and the barman his old
friend Jack Morgan who had been the landlord and Licensee since his father
had passed away, rushed across with his hand held out.  "Welcome back Tony
- the first one is on me." As the landlord pulled Tony a pint of mild, most
of the other customers started clapping.  The landlords wife Chrissie came
from behind the bar and put her arms round his neck and hugged him and
whispered in his ear "Welcome home hero, we all knew that you were no
bloody traitor."

   After being bombarded with free drinks and questions Tony in the end
asked Jack to ring the bell, and call for silence and Tony said.  "My
friends, I know you have heard some bad things about me over the past few
months.  But as you can see - I am back and free, and the Lords of the
Admiralty have seen fit to promote me.  I have just been informed that I am
to be decorated by His Majesty the King although I have no details as yet.
Now that is all I can really say at the present time except that I went on
a mission, which was very, very important to the war effort.  You are all
intelligent enough to put your own interpretation on what I have told you.
One day, I will be able to tell you the whole truth about my visit to
Germany, and my mission, it is a very interesting story.  But meanwhile
Christmas is nearly here, and at least we have something to celebrate now
the war is gradually turning in our favour"

   Just as Tony had finished speaking, and had taken the first pull at his
beer, the door flew open, the blackout curtain was pushed aside and drunken
Lieutenant Henry Drake staggered into the pub.  This time he was wearing
uniform, although it was buttoned up incorrectly his cap was all awry and
he had two companions with him, both RNVR lieutenants.  They were all the
worse for drink.  Tony assumed that they must have been drinking in town,
and just come in on the local bus service

   Henry Drake saw Tony at the bar, and he turned and had a whisper and a
giggle with his two colleagues.  Then walking up to him he snapped to
attention and did the Nazi salute and said.  "Guten Abend mein Herr."

   He bent over laughing hilariously, with his elbows resting on the bar.
The other two were looking at Tony nervously, the pub had gone quiet and
they did not see Jack swing a bottle over on Henry Drakes head.  He
collapsed on to the floor, while the rest of the patrons gave a round of
applause.  The one officer turned round and said.  "What happened?" "He
somehow banged his head on my bottle" Jack the barman said.  The officer
sprang at Jack and pulled his fist back.  "Why you bastard." Tony managed
to catch his fist.  "Pick him up and get outside all three of you." Turning
to Jack.  Tony asked.  "Is Fred Dawes still the local copper?" "Yes Tony"
"Call him then please." When the police arrived.  Tony asked that he put
the three of them in the cells for the night.  They were taken away with
the help of a few of the locals in the pub; Tony finished his beer quickly
and said "Goodnight." Tony called in to see Henry Drakes wife Angie on the
way home, to explain what had happened.  She answered the door still fully
dressed.  She invited Tony in, and he told her the sequence of events that
led to their incarceration for the night.  She seemed very relieved, but
then she broke down into tears.  It took him some time to appreciate, that
it was tears of relief.  She had been dreading the thought of the three of
them coming back drunk.  She then went on to explain briefly how she became
married to Henry Drake.  She said "Tony I think I should tell you my story.
I was stationed at RNB Portsmouth, when I went out on a few dates with
Henry.  The first two three times he was very polite, and the perfect
gentleman.  Then he wanted sex, and I refused.  Then in his rage he raped
me, in an alleyway.  I screamed for help, but no-one heard me.  I was a
virgin, and he was very rough.  The long and the short of it was that he
made me pregnant.  The two sets of parents got together, and they had a
very acrimonious meeting but both agreed that we marry for the sake of the
baby."

   I lost the baby three months ago it was stillborn.  Now I have had
enough of him.  I am going to leave him." Tony was quite incensed at what
he had heard.  "Angie I would recommend that you do...  I am sure that both
Jean and I will help you in any way they can." "But where do I go, and what
do I do." Tony said.  "Well you have a home here for the time being.  The
navy will insist that Henry supports you financially until the divorce. 
Meanwhile, why don't you consider rejoining the WRENS.  I think from what
you say that your heart is still there?

   Angie soon looked a lot happier, as he was leaving she threw her arms
round his neck and kissed him quite passionately.  "Thank you so much
Tony." Before he left, he ensured that she locked all the doors behind him.
Tony was home much later than he had expected and Jean had been a little
worried.

   The next morning Tony telephoned Captain Submarines at HMS Dolphin and
put him in the picture about the behaviour of the drunken officers.  He
sympathised with Tony.  "I would consider sending them back to RNB
normally, but we are so short of qualified navigators that we are scraping
the barrel.  However, would you please get them released, and order them
back to barracks immediately, to report directly to me personally on their
arrival."

   Tony had them released, and told them that they were to report to
Captain Submarines personally immediately on their arrival at Dolphin. 
Tony also told them.  "I am not your commanding officer, and I hope I never
am.  But Captain Submarines at HMS Dolphin now has your conduct and your
future under close review." The two friends of Henry Drake very shaken and
with obvious hangovers apologized for their conduct, but Henry Drake stood
in utter silence making no comment at all while they did so.  Tony saw
Angie later, and she told him that she had dumped all their kit outside the
door, and she had told her husband through the bedroom window not to come
back ever again, and that she was definitely suing for a divorce.  She
seemed a lot happier now she had made the decision, and Tony told her to
keep in touch.  Jean had two men working daily from the farm, looking after
the beef stock and the chickens, so Tony asked them to keep an eye on her,
and let him, or the police know if she was having any problems.  However,
he did resolve to call and see her every day.

   Over the next few days Tony and Angie became quite good friends, and he
ensured that all the locks on the outer doors were locked and new bolts
fitted

   On Christmas eve Angie joined them, and they all went to the midnight
Christmas service in the local village church.  Tony was made very welcome,
by all the people who knew him.

   On Christmas day.  The weather was cold with a hard frost during the
previous night, but as the cows needed milking twice, and all the livestock
had to be fed and watered, as well as the five cart horses needed for the
farm work which were turned out for a couple of hours in the yard while
their stalls were cleaned out, they all needed some exercise daily, but
with everyone helping, all the essential work except milking, had been
finished by early afternoon.

   Afternoon milking was brought forward a little and everyone settled down
to a late Lunch/Dinner in the late afternoon just in time to hear the Kings
broadcast on the Radio..  Tony's two security men on duty were invited in
for dinner, and the evening for a few drinks.

   The house was decorated with lots of Holly and Mistletoe.  The Mistletoe
was plentiful in the orchard and there were a number of Holly bushes and
Christmas Trees in the wooded area, and a lot had been harvested and sent
to the local markets before Christmas .

   In the evening all the employees were invited to come for a party and
the local girls kept Tony and the other young men home on leave from the
forces busy under the Mistletoe.  Presents had been handed round from under
the Christmas tree, and everyone went to bed happy that Christmas had been
uneventful for them.

   ***********

   The New Year came and went with a few air raid warnings, and a heavy
fall of snow, which the local children enjoyed for two days before the thaw
set in.  Despite the war and rationing most people managed to enjoy the
festivities.

   New Year celebrations were muted with no firework displays, except for
an air raid warning and plenty of searchlights over the Bath and Bristol
area.  But for Tony life on the farm became a little boring.  He found it
hard to relax, and his mind kept switching back to his late wife
Anne-Marie, and how she had been so ruthlessly assassinated, and how she
would have enjoyed Christmas at the farm.

   Although initially it had been a marriage of convenience to give them
cover for the operation, and their first meeting had not gone well, they
had fallen deeply in love.  He knew in his heart that if he ever had a
chance to meet the Nazi who gave the order for her assassination, he knew
that he could kill him and not have one seconds remorse.

   Meanwhile back home Tony had become increasingly quite impressed by the
competence of the two young land girls Rose and Betty.  Rose had attracted
his attention almost as soon as he had met her.  She was extremely
beautiful.  She had long blonde hair and nice blue eyes.  Her features were
almost perfect, and she had a slim figure with breasts that seemed about
right.  She was an extrovert with the irrepressible cockney wit Betty on
the other hand was also a blonde, but she was a sort of tall dizzy blonde,
very sexy and with a much quieter personality than Rose.

   He had found in the first few days of his leave, that it was hard for
him to lay in bed mornings, and he was a naturally early riser.  Most
mornings Tony would get up at 05.30 and he enjoyed giving a hand with the
early morning milking.  The two girls worked well together, and they had
soon formed a friendship.  It was not long, before they all started playing
little practical jokes on one another.  But Jean for some reason did not
like him getting too friendly with the girls.  In fact Betty commented she
seemed almost jealous.

   However, one day when she was just expressing her feelings forcibly to
Tony when without warning, they were invaded by the arrival of about twenty
press men from National newspapers, all wanting an interview.  Apparently
they had been tipped off by a series anonymous phone calls on his
whereabouts Tony told them.  "If I told you what happened you would not be
allowed to print it." But he did tell them in general terms that the
operation had been even more successful than they had ever anticipated in
the beginning, although he knew in his heart, as did the Admiralty it had
been a total waste of time and lives."

   While he was speaking, he had noticed two men at the back of the crowd,
something about them raised his suspicions, they did not look like press
men, in fact they seemed to show a total lack on interest in what he was
saying.  But Tony was not alone in his suspicions, as he noticed that one
of the security police was standing at the back of the crowd watching these
two men carefully.  Tony stopped the questioning, and looking towards them
asked "Excuse me what publication do you two represent?" The men did not
answer but turned and walked away very quickly.

   One press man said when asked .  They told me that they were here from
the Ministry" and Tony saw one of the two security men that were on duty,
follow them from the yard.

   After a while, the Press people quickly dispersed, and Tony turned to
Rose who had been watching the proceedings with interest.  Despite the
press arriving he was a bit troubled over Jeans comments, so Tony suggested
to Rose that perhaps they ought to be less intimate when Jean was around.
"Wow.  "Rose said.  I must have missed that.  When were we last intimate,
and did I enjoy it?" Tony laughed at the way she had deliberately taken his
words out of context.  But he was sure that she had got the message.

   "Perhaps Tony dear." she said irrepressibly as she hooked her arm in his
as they crossed the farm yard to the milking parlour.  "Perhaps we could do
it again sometime boss.  Next time I promise to remember?" She said as she
brushed past him, with part of her hand, she playfully brushing her hand
against his groin.

   That very evening Tony went to the pub, as was his now daily habit, and
as Tony was talking to Jack the Landlord.  Jack was just beginning to tell
him, that there were two strangers asking about him the previous evening
just after he had left.  From Jacks description they sounded very much like
the two strangers who had been at the press conference that morning.  Jack
said "One sounded as though he could be Southern Irish by his accent." Just
as they were debating the subject of his security, Rose walked in.  Tony's
eyes nearly popped out of his head.  She was dressed in a longish black
skirt almost reaching her ankles.  She had a wide black fashion belt her
shoes were about three inch high heels, which showed off her silk
stockinged calves to great advantage.  Her white low neck blouse showed her
breasts, and figure to perfection.  Her long blonde hair was tied behind in
a bow with a black velvet bow tie, and her make-up was applied with great
care.  She had a long fur coat over her shoulders which she shrugged off
and hung up on a peg near the door.  She then walked up to Tony as he stood
at the bar.  "Good evening boss." "Hi Rose - you look absolutely lovely."
Tony told her.  "Thank you boss.  Will you buy this lovely lady a drink
then please?"

   All evening, she stayed with him gently flirting, assisted by Jacks wife
Chrissie an ex girlfriend of Tony's, who joined in the laughs and was
almost as bad as Rose.  Rose's dry cockney humour had them all in stitches.
Even the arrival of the local ARP warden telling them that the sirens had
just gone, did nothing to suppress her wit and the mood of the party.

   On a slow walk back to the farm at closing time, she had possessively
hooked her arm in his.  Arriving back at the farm, he saw that the house
was blacked out because of possible air raids, and all seemed very quiet.
The searchlights had all disappeared, and the all clear had sounded while
they were walking back home.

   They stopped to talk by the stables barn, where Rose had her little
apartment .  Thanks for lovely evening boss; it only wants one thing to
make it perfect.  "What's that?  Tony asked.  She put her arms up round his
neck and Rose standing on tip toe kissed him.  Then she said.  "Boss dear,
you said that we had been intimate before, but I don't remember, and it is
driving me mad.  I think you must show me what I have missed.  "Are you
really sure?" Tony asked.  She brushed his groin with her hand again, his
cock was already erect.  I think I am about as sure as you are darling
man." Once again Tony had the benefit of her arms round his neck and
another long passionate kiss.  She then caught hold of his hand and pulled
him towards the stairs and her bedroom.  "Now with the door locked she said
"You must earn your release darling, and if you do well, then I will let
you help me with the milking in the morning." " "What if I do not do well?"
Tony asked in a whisper.  "I was afraid you might ask that." "Well I just
might just chain you to the bed and come back after milking is over to give
you more practice." "What an incentive." Tony muttered as he took her in
his arms.  They undressed quietly not to wake Betty in the next room.

   They were soon in her bed.  Her lithe young body in his arms.  Kissing
him passionately.  Her groin rubbing avidly against his hardness, until she
reached down and took his cock in her hands.  She murmured, as she took his
cock into her warm wet mouth, and started to work magic with her lips and
tongue.  Tony's hands went to her head holding her in position, as his body
responded to this lovely oral attack.  He knew that he could not hold out
against this type of provocation for long.  Almost immediately he came to
full hardness.  Rose was obviously a very happy and very experienced girl.
After a few minutes, she very professionally straddled him, and with the
expertise born of practice, she guided his cock to the entrance of her love
tunnel, settling down on to him gradually.  Tony could feel his cock being
embraced in her warm wet pussy.

   Her pussy muscles were already working on his cock , as she started to
move slowly up and down on him.  First, gripping and relaxing, and then
bringing him to the point where he almost came in seconds, but then she
slowed down, as she leaned over on to him forcing a nipple into his mouth.
"Tony suck me please" She murmured.  Tony was only too glad to oblige as he
strained to suppress the first stirrings in his groin.

   Then her lips pressed down on to his for a long passionate kiss As she
then she again sat upright, and leaned back slightly with her hands on the
bed, bringing a whole myriad of new sensations to their love making.  The
new sensations were fantastic for both of them, and Tony knew from her
reaction that her first orgasms were beginning.  It was only seconds later
that she moaned out loud, as the first waves of pleasure started a whole
series of orgasmic spasms.  In the next few hours, Tony found her capacity
for sex almost matched his.

   It was about 04.30 am when Tony awoke after about an hours sleep as Rose
got up for early morning milking.  "Stay there darling." She whispered.  '
"I'm not finished with you yet." Tony turned over, as always willing to
obey orders - especially from a pretty girl.  He was very tired after a
hectic night of making love and for the first time since he had come home
he missed milking.

   Jean was very brusque with both him and Rose that morning at a late
breakfast, and so Tony decided to get away from the frigid atmosphere of
the farm house and go to see Angie.  She seemed a little depressed.  Angie
made him a cup of coffee and they started talking.  Then she said.  "Last
night someone was moving around in the farmyard quite late, but I looked
out the window, and I could not see anything."

   Tony could see she was worried, so he decided to have a look round the
farm buildings.  Everything seemed to be in order, until he visited what
had used to be the stables.  There were definite signs of someone sleeping
on the hay there.  When Tony went back to the house he told her ' I think
it could be a tramp who was dossing down in the stables.  I will sleep out
there myself tonight."

   "No you can't do that, you stay here with me.  Tony, I don't want to be
alone." She burst into tears, and without thinking; Tony put his arms round
her.  She turned her tear stained face up to him, and Tony found himself
kissing her.  Somehow that resulted in them moving to the bedroom.  As they
entered the bedroom, she turned to him, and said.  "Tony please don't think
I am taking advantage of you.  I am getting a divorce as you know.  But
everything I know about you has made me want you.  I really want you to
make love to me and stay with me tonight."

   "I like it." Tony said, kissing her gently.  His hands running down her
body as she snuggled up to him.  "Do you think I am a fast woman?  "No.  It
is obvious you are not happy, and I think you deserve better." "I have
never been with another man before - only Henry." Angie said.  She returned
his kiss with passion and gave him a quick hug.  "You know Tony," she said,
as she paused.  "I could really fall for you in a big way."

   Tony felt his cock harden as Angie held out her hands to him.  She came
into his arms and kissed him lightly on the lips.  Then she stood back and
looked down at his erection.  She gave a little moan of contentment as once
again she slid into his arms, smothering his face with kisses.  Her erect
nipples pushed into his chest as they kissed, and then she said "I think I
have fallen in love with you" She whispered, as she led him towards the bed
and pushed him down.

   She stood there, looking down at his erect cock.  Then she joined him on
the bed, their bodies just touching.  Her nipples poking into his chest
like hard bullets.  She wrapped her arms round his neck as he ran his hands
slowly up and down the soft skin of her back.  Then Tony pushed her away
slightly, so that Tony he could suckle on her nipples.  She moaned softly.
The moan of a highly contented and happy woman.

   She quite roughly pulled his head tight to her breast, obviously
enjoying the sensations that were rippling through her body.  She gently
stroked his hair, running her fingers through it, time after time as Tony
sucked harder.  Tony reached down and ran his hands over her pubic hairs,
carefully inserting his fingers between the wet lips of her sex.  She
pressed her hips hard against his stomach.

   Tony could feel the moisture between her legs, as she rocked her hips.
His cock stiffened in anticipation as she pushed him back, and straddled
his body.  She gently brushed the mouth of her vagina against the tip of
his penis, then gently guiding his cock to her vagina entrance she slowly
let her body sink.  Taking his cock gradually into the warm wet embrace of
her love vibrating love tunnel.

   Tony hugged her to him, as had taken nearly all his length inside her.
They began to move their bodies in unison, in a steady synchronized
movement.  She pressed her body, as tightly as she could against him.  As
they moved Tony felt his orgasm stirring within him.  She rocked back and
forth with increased urgency.  Her eyes closed her head held back.  Then
flopping forward her tongue entwined with mine.  She was like a demented
soul as she forced her body on to him her hands tried to pull him even
tighter against her body.  Crushing her breasts against his chest.  Her
moans increased in volume as our tempo increased.  Then she broke the kiss
with a loud moan and began grinding her hips against him with increasing
passion.  She shuddered and sighed, clamping down on him, her body tensing,
as she climaxed.  She held him tight as she flopped forward and kissed him
on the mouth.  A hard kiss full of unbridled passion.

   After a while she leaned back, a very happy and contented look on her
face.  Her hands resting on his stomach.  As her body still gave little
twitches and she smiled a gentle satisfied smile.  A look of something more
than passion, more like love in her eyes.  After a moment or so, she began
a gentle movement pumping her body up and down again on his cock.  He
reached up to her fondling her breasts as the sensation of her engulfing
vagina was overwhelming.  They came again together in a long mind blowing
climax.

   They stayed locked together for a very long time.  Her head resting on
his shoulder, her eyes searching his face.  Her climax had been something
very special in its intensity;" Tony I have never experienced anything like
that before." She said quietly, still holding onto his softening cock with
her vagina muscles .  Tony smiled back at her, feeling a bit disappointed
as she got up off him.  He was feeling a little guilty.

   "I hope you don't mind what we did, after all you are still a married
woman, and I have talked you into committing adultery." She smiled at him,
then reached over and kissed him.  "Nope, anyway Tony, I thought I had
seduced you.  I will expect much more from you tonight."

   Next morning Tony awoke - Angie was still asleep, and he drew the
curtains back.  Suddenly he was faced with an ME 109 fighter hedgehopping,
and being chased by two Spitfires.  From where he was standing he could see
the pilots face, and for just a brief moment their eyes met.  He later
learned that it had been shot down some twenty miles further on.  A stiff
reminder that the war could still find them in such a remote country
village,

   On the way home from Angie's the next morning, Tony bumped into a very
angry and tearful Maria.  She was very angry and very abusive, as he had
deliberately been keeping away from her.  Tony told her, feeling very much
a heel, that it was not possible for him to consider marriage while the war
was still on.  "But you never come to see me.  Why?" She protested angrily.
"I don't want to lead you on Maria." But she was not at all mollified by
his answer.  Tony felt very inadequate as he made the feeble excuse that he
had been busy helping out on the farm,

   "From what I hear you are too busy fucking very other girl in the
village Tony Nash.  You just used me, and you have no intention of marrying
me at all - have you?"

   "I am sorry Maria but I there is a lot of things I have to sort out
before I can ever consider marriage with anyone, if at all." He left her
feeling very guilty, as he continued his walk home.  He had to admit there
was some truth in what she had said.  Tony then happened to remember what
Jack had been telling him the evening before about the two strangers in the
pub who were asking questions about him.  At the time Tony had been more
interested in Rose, and getting her into bed than listening to Jack; but
now it all came flooding back.  To be on the safe side, Tony telephoned his
security contact number, and told them what Jack had been trying to tell
him.

   Jean was still angry with him and Rose was rather quiet, so Tony decided
to make his way to the pub, and find out a bit more.  The confrontation
with Maria had also been a little unsettling.  So Tony decided to visit the
pub that lunch time to see what more Jack could tell him.  He told Jean not
to bother about lunch as he would get something at the pub.

   Arriving at the pub he found to his amazement that Jack was away from
home, and that Chrissie his wife was looking after the pub alone in his
absence.  Chrissie had been in the same class as him at school, and he had
dated her once or twice.  She was a nice looking woman, and Tony was
surprised that they had never had children, because he recollected even as
a teenager that she had always looked forward to having children when she
married .

   Chrissie was flat out serving customers, and collecting empty glasses
being shorthanded with Jack away.  She told him, that Jack had been rushed
to hospital during the night with appendicitis, so to pass the time Tony
helped by collecting the empty glasses and pots for washing, and she later
told him when she had a minute to spare, that Jack had been worried about
the two men and had rung the police himself later.

   He did not get a real chance to have a long talk to her as she was so
busy serving customers.  Meanwhile Tony managed to collect and wash all the
empties.  The pub emptied about 2.00 pm at the normal closing time, and by
then she had also run out of beer.  The expected delivery of beer had not
arrived.  It was due sometime that day, so he helped her clear up, and he
gave her a hand with shining the glasses.  All the time they were chatting,
and she was bringing him up to date with the local gossip.

   She confirmed that Jack had become very curious the day before, because
they rarely had strangers in the pub, and when they started asking so many
questions about Tony.  It aroused his suspicions, especially, as one had a
slight Southern Irish accent, and that in itself had been enough to alert
him.

   As soon as they had finished Chrissie said to him "Come and have a cup
of tea and a sandwich " Tony was understandably worrying a little about how
Jean would react when after he stayed with Rose one night, and then Angie
the next night, and then he wondered whether he was interpreting Chrissies
`come hither' signals correctly.  They went into the back room, and within
seconds, Tony was not quite sure how it happened but he found Chrissie in
his arms kissing..

   Chrissie was all over him, her hand enthusiastically and quite openly
fondling his groin, and undoing his fly buttons.  Her hand was quickly
inside his pants to fondle his cock.  Knowing automatically what was
expected of him, Tony slipped his fingers between her thighs to finger the
lips of her vagina.  She was not wearing any panties.

   She pushed them both back on the large couch, and for a time rested her
head on his shoulders as she fondled his cock, occasionally reaching up to
kiss him.  Tony lay with his arm round her, not speaking but holding her
tight.  She wriggled against him happily giving a little giggle of
happiness, as his fingers probed her love tunnel gently.  She was obviously
enjoying his attentions , as he stroked her now swollen vagina lips with
his fingers.  They lay there for about ten minutes as she brought me to
full hardness.

   "This is all wrong Chrissie." Tony murmured.  But her lips on his soon
silenced him.  Tony had his arms round her shoulders and his hand cupped
over her breast inside her bra fondling her nipples...  "Please Tony.  I
can't wait for you any longer..." Quickly and eagerly they undressed. 
Within seconds they we both lay perfectly naked on the settee.  His erect
cock in her hands, as she played with it; knowing and enjoying the fact
that she was causing him such delicious agony.  " Chrissie" Tony said, " I
think you are particularly beautiful, but this is all wrong.  Jack is a
friend of mine.  I don't want to lose Jack or you as my friends But
Chrissie just said.  "Trust me darling, I know what I am doing." Tony
remembered how Chrissie had always been a very passionate girl, full of
life and fun.  Now both naked they kissed with increasing passion, as he
continued to fondle her small firm breasts in his hands.  The nipples were
hard, like tiny marbles under his fingers.  Tony gently fondled each one in
turn, then he let his hand once again moved down to her groin.  She opened
her legs to allow him to insert his finger.  She was already enlarged,
eager and waiting for him.  She moaned gently at his touch, her hips
wriggled excitedly to encourage him.

   Tony took her in his arms.  Her arms were tight round his neck as she
hugged him close to her, as they revelled in the feel of each others naked
bodies.  She was in such a frenzied state of excitement that he knew little
time was to be wasted on further fore play.

   As Tony gently pushed into her, she groaned quietly in delight; she was
very wet, and very small.  He knew that he had to go carefully not to hurt
her, but even before he was fully inside her, her orgasms had started
coming.  Tony ignored this, and carried on very gently pushing in and out.
He could feel her juices pouring out of her, over his testicles and down
his legs on to the settee.

   She was moaning with a gentle exquisite sound that reflected her
contentment.  It reminded him very much of a cat purring.  Her arms were
locked round his neck, her legs wrapped themselves round his body as far as
they could go, ensuring that he could not move away from her.  Her hips
were raised, her pelvis was forcing itself against his body as she worked
to get maximum penetration.  It amazed Tony that such a small woman could
accommodate him so quickly, and so easily.  Every few minutes she had
another small orgasm, each one more intense and longer lasting than before.
He guessed they were moving towards a massive climax.  She was writhing in
ecstasy.

   Suddenly with a shriek of delight, she went stiff, her arms were tight
round his neck, and her legs were locked around him.  He could not move as
he felt her pumping away.  Tony could not hold back against such activity,
coming at the same time, soon they were both awash with semen.  It was
running down his legs, and even over his stomach.  Gradually she relaxed,
she loosened her arms, and she rolled him over on to his side, ensuring
that he did not slip out.  Tony however, was still working away gently
inside her.  Her lips fastened on to his once again, her legs locked over
his legs, locking her very wet body on to his.  Her breasts were heaving
with the exertion, and the perspiration was running down both their faces
and down their bodies, as they gradually came back to normality.

   They quickly showered and I turned to Chrissie.  Tony said.  "I am so
sorry." "Tony don't be sorry.  I love Jack to bits.  But I want a baby, so
if you have succeeded to day in making me pregnant - all three of us will
be happy." Tony was looking and feeling a little bemused at this turn of
events.  "What will Jack say?" She reached up and kissed him, and then she
said.  "I know I can have a baby, so it must be Jack, he need never know.
Just think of it as another small contribution towards the war effort."
Tony could see her logic, and although he thought it would be a little
unlikely on just this one occasion.  He decided to go along with it.

   Just then they heard the sound of horses outside and the loud voice of
Bill Clayton the drayman.  The beer had arrived and Tony helped unload the
barrels, by working in the cellar to mount them on the racks, The wooden
barrels were first unloaded by being dropped on to an old tyre's off the
dray then they had to be rolled down into the cellar on two planks with a
breast rope round the centre to slow the momentum, so it was a two or three
man task.

   Bill the drayman was already a little unsteady from previous calls, but
he had been doing the job for years, and knew exactly what he was doing. 
After they finished, they watered his horses, and as was the custom they
gave the drayman and his young assistant a pint of beer each.  Tony joined
him, and Bill was soon telling them that most days he ended up so drunk
after his last call, that the horses took him home.  They knew the way
perfectly well.  Tony asked "Bill why drink all the beer then"?

   "Well it's like this gaffer.  I don't want to cause offence by refusing
now do I?' Chrissie and Tony were soon laughing heartily at his response?
They had just finished that task when Jean rolled up.  She looked relieved
when she saw what they had been doing.  When she had gone, Chrissie turned
to Tony.  "She may be your cousin, but that girl is madly in love with
you."!  Tony said "No I don't think she is - she is fond of me, but my
cousin Rolf always had the inside track.  She thanked him for his help and
with a cheeky grin asked.  "Shall I see you tomorrow Tony?  We will not
have the drayman coming." Tony smiled back.  "Are you sure that's what you
want?" "Of course, but if you come back tomorrow it will give me a better
chance to make Jack happy.  It was a date Tony intended to keep.  He was
just putting his jacket in and opened the door of the pub after saying his
goodbyes, when a shot rang out.  The bullet lodged in the doorway of the
pub.  A splinter of wood hit him on the cheek.  This was followed by one of
his police guards appearing, and apologizing for falling asleep while
waiting for him.

   The attempted assassin had got away but Tony thought for the first time
they all now realised just how much danger he was in, and the policeman was
very upset at his negligence.  "I think we know where to find him sir.  He
said apologetically.

   That night he set off to stay with Angie well before dark.  This time he
took a shotgun with him, and a handful of cartridges.  Jean was worried and
tried to discourage him, and so did Rose and Betty.  Although Tony was
looking forward to being with Angie again.  Somehow he was feeling rather
unsettled.  Several times he had the feeling he was being followed, and
stopped to listen.  Eventually, Tony rationalized and convinced himself
that it was probably his bodyguard.

   Tony arrived at Lower farm without incident, and found a very twitchy
Angie.  "Henry has been back, and I would not let him in.  He had been
drinking, and he looked as though he was very angry.  He was ranting and
raving, and promising vengeance against you.  But then two men appeared
from nowhere and dragged him away."

   As it was a weekday.  Tony thought it was strange that he was home
especially, if he was in the Submarine training programme, and he thought
that perhaps he had got compassionate leave for some reason.  Although in
wartime, it was very hard just to get leave for matrimonial reasons.

   Tony decided to do the rounds of the outbuildings, with the shotgun just
before dusk, and found no sign of anyone having intruded on the premises,
other than an empty beer bottle.  He presumed that had been left by Henry
Drake in his recent visit.  By the time he had finished, it was growing
dark

   As Tony re-crossed the yard towards the farmhouse, He saw Angie briefly
silhouetted against the kitchen light, as she started to pull the blackout
curtains across the window.

   In the distance Tony saw the first beams of a searchlight and the
distant wail of the air raid sirens.  This was not unusual, as he guessed
that the docks at Bristol would probably be getting a visit from the
Luftwaffe tonight.  It was a bombers moon.

   Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye Tony saw something hit the
kitchen window, and he heard a smashing of glass.  This was almost
immediately followed by two shots.  He saw a body stagger, and fall as he
raced back towards the kitchen.  He did not hear an explosion.  Then two
men raced across the yard towards the fallen body.  Tony joined them, and
looking down with the help of a shaded flashlight he could see that it was
Maria.  She was coughing up blood.  Tony said "Maria?" "I'm sorry Tony."
She muttered, as she finally collapsed.  One of the policemen said.  "She's
a goner." "We had better get to her cottage.  The two men are probably
there "The one policeman said.  Tony said.  "Hang on what did she throw in
the kitchen." All three of them raced to the kitchen to find a hysterical
Angie, and a hand grenade still intact with the pin still in place lying in
the centre of the kitchen floor.

   "The bastard's.  They must have talked her into killing you, and she was
so confused and upset she forgot to pull the pin out." The one policeman
said.  Later they called back, and reported they had arrested two men who
they were fairly sure were IRA members who had been hiding in Maria's
cottage.  Apparently Maria had relatives in Spain, and there were threats
made that if she did not co-operate and they would be arrested.

   The worrying thing for the police was that no rifle was found so the
police concluded that there was another would be assassin waiting to get at
Tony somewhere in the area.

   It took about two hours to get Angie back to normal.  Then they had to
clean up, and board up the kitchen window.  Two men in an army truck
collected Maria's body.  As they lay in bed she asked him.  "What is all
this attempt to kill you about?" "I can't really tell you too much." he
told her.  "But just say, I made a fool out of Hitler and they want
revenge." "But why the IRA?" "Some hate the British so much, they are
prepared to work with the Nazis." I presume."

   For the next few days, he virtually lived with Angie.  Apart from two
lunch time visits to see Chrissie, His cousin Jean was not at all happy at
his time spent with Angie.  It made Tony think of what Chrissie had said to
him the day before.  Tony had to agree to himself that her behaviour was
more like a jealous wife than a cousin.  But, he knew she cared about him,
but every time they talked, her mind and her conversation drifted back to
Rolf and there was no doubt in Tony's mind that she was concerned about him

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   Chapter 3 Rolf Defects

   Oberleutnant Rolf Steiger was a very troubled young man, in his mind was
a well founded fear that the Gestapo would take him, and his family,
because his cousin Tony had defected to Germany, and then returned to
England.  Tony was now strongly suspected, and now being labeled as having
been a spy.  There was no doubt that he had made utter fools of the Nazi
regime, and that he had personally hoodwinked Hitler, and the Nazi
hierarchy, and the whole of the Third Reich while he had been in Germany.
Rolf knew that the Nazi party would not forget and forgive, they had to
make someone pay, they had lost face so badly, and Elizabeth Tony's ex
fiancé, and a favourite niece of Hitler's, had come after dark one evening
at great risk to herself, and warned his Grandmother that there was a good
chance they would soon be arrested as retribution for Tony`s defection.

   It seemed from the conversation, that Elizabeth had been very much in
love with Tony, and was heartbroken at losing him.  Being a favourite niece
of Hitler gave her some degree of immunity from Gestapo retribution.  She
told them, that the Colonel who had first cleared Tony in Belgium, and the
local Gestapo officers in Belgium had been called back to Berlin to face
questioning and possible punishment.

   Rolf knew there were lots of rumours being circulated about the
concentration camps, and the way they treated their prisoners, so much so
that Rolf knew he had good cause to worry about his family and himself.  He
was more concerned over his Grandmother.  She hated the Nazis, and it took
all the family to try and convince her to keep quiet, or she would face
arrest.

   They all feared that a neighbour might betray her to the Gestapo.  The
fact that he was a serving pilot and officer in the Luftwaffe was no
protection for him.  He was not a member of the Nazi party like some of his
fellow officers, but like everyone in Nazi Germany they all had to toe the
line.  Every squadron had a party informer, who would not fail to report
back if they uttered a single word of anti -Nazi feelings

   His grandmother had said in despair, just the evening before "What can
we do, there is nowhere we can to run to, and if mein liebchen you can
possibly get away you must look after yourself.  Go and join Tony and make
a new life if you can." But Rolf knew at the time there seemed no way out
for any of them.  Even for him, it was not easy to just steal a plane and
fly away.  Fuel was in short supply, as the bombing had targeted the
railway lines and the fuel storage depots.

   The war was gradually turning against Germany, food was now being
rationed, petrol was ins short supply, and the RAF was now visiting Berlin
and other cities regularly.  The RAF were becoming bolder, and the raids
were becoming more devastating, as their aircraft numbers increased.  The
Americans were entering the war, and their raids were now almost every day,
and were causing havoc, despite the heavy losses the Luftwaffe were
inflicting on them They RAF had the new Lancaster planes with a longer
range, and were now venturing deeper into the heart of Germany, on their
nightly bombing raids.  He knew that many of his comrades were now quietly
despondent about the outcome of the war, and thinking about a possible
defeat, but no-one dare say it out loud.  There was no doubt in most
peoples minds that now the Americans had come to Europe in real numbers,
things were getting much worse for them.

   His Grandmother had encouraged him to get out for the evening, and enjoy
himself.  He reluctantly did as his grandmother told him.  Having met
Trudi, it had done him good.  Rolf was very anxious, not only about his
family, but enjoying himself with a married woman.  They had met in the bar
of the officers club not far from his Grandmothers house in Berlin.  He was
feeling very anxious about his family, and was a bit down and his knew his
Grandmother was obviously extremely worried.  Trudi had made him forget his
worries for a while.

   His Grandmother had obviously wanted him away from the house, in case
they came, hoping that he would not be involved.  He had gone to the club
early knowing full well that the Tommy's would probably be raiding the city
again tonight.

   That was where he had met the glamorous Trudi in the bar, and he
gathered that she had been employed as a hostess.  She had approached him
with a big smile and introduced herself.  "I'm Trudi by the way.  Trudi
Reidel." "Hi Trudi I'm Rolf." After a few drinks, and some conversation he
felt himself being very attracted to her.  Her perfume was exotic, and she
was a tall shapely blonde, with a lovely figure and quite sexy.  As they
talked she moved closer to him on the seat, and soon Tony was feeling quite
horny, a couple of dances to records, and the feel of her breasts against
his body as they danced close together, did nothing to stop his manhood
from rising.

   Trudi turned to him and told him." Look Rolf I am married, and my
husband was or is on the Russian front, but he is now missing presumed
dead. So honey I have to find a way to make a living." Just then the air
raid warning was heard wailing, and the lights dimmed and Trudi had turned
to him and said.  "Mein liebchen you can come home with me if you like,
there will be nothing here for me tonight, and if you want to make love to
me, perhaps you could see your way clear to making a small financial gift
to me."

   Rolf agreed and she fetched her coat, they walked out into the night. 
The searchlights were flashing across the sky in the distance.  They could
see anti-aircraft fire weaving across the sky.  There was a few clouds and
Rolf knew that if they could not see their target they would drop their
bombs anywhere they could.

   He knew that the RAF did not do too much damage, as they aimed at
munitions factories, and marshalling yards, but it was largely
psychological so far.  but enough to be a nuisance and cause certain
shortages.  Walking back to her house slowly, her arm tucked in his they
soon arrived at her home.

   The Luftwaffe was not having a lot of success against the RAF during
night raids, as night fighting was completely new to them, and they had to
watch that they were not caught by their own flak, there seemed to be a
total loss of co-ordination between fighter command and the local anti
aircraft gunners at the present time, most of the AA gunners were past
military age, as most of the younger men were now serving on the Russian
front

   She told him that she shared the house with a girl friend who worked
nights at the Bahnhoff, which was much better than working in a dreary
munitions factory.  At home she wasted no time as she walked straight to
the bedroom.  Turning in the doorway she held out her hand and said :Kom
mein liebchen " Rolf was not slow in joining her, he watched, as her short
dress started to ride up her thighs and he could see the material was
delicately placed just over the cleft of her ass, so that he was treated to
a full view.  Once again his cock started to grow hard in his trousers.

   She gave him a sexy smile, and standing front of the mirror she did her
hair into a ponytail.  She used one of the hair bands on her wrist to tie
her hair.  Rolf was speechless.  She turned and walked towards him, and
wrapped her arms round his neck, she pulled his head down, and she stuck
her tongue in his mouth and French kissed him.

   "Mein liebchen no talking of the war, let the war stay outside, and let
us enjoy our short time together as she spoke she was undoing his tunic,
followed quickly by his trouser belt and his shirt.  then she dropped to
her knees in front of him.  Her dress splayed open and he caught a quick
glimpse of her breasts.  The nipples looked as hard as football studs.

   She pulled his trousers down to release his cock which was straining
against his underpants.  With a short, swift motion she yanked his
underwear down around his ankles.  His cock now bounded out and stood to
attention.  "Mmmm," she said.  "Looks good enough to eat." Trudi then
licked the palm of her right hand and started to stroke his cock.  After
pumping it for a few seconds she brought it up to her mouth.  Rolf almost
came in her throat right there as the warm sensation of her mouth filled
his cock.  She kept pumping his cock into her mouth as she sucked it.  His
cock was ramming into the back of her throat so hard, he could feel his
balls tense up as she deep throated his cock and made herself gag.

   Mmmm" she groaned as his cock filled her mouth.  In minutes Rolf was on
the verge of shooting his load.  As if sensing it, she took his cock out of
her mouth and looked up at him with a luvly smile..

   "Are you ready for me Rolf, do you want to fuck me now <mein liebchen
Rolf?" "Uh-huh," was all he could reply.  She stood up and took her dress
off.  Rolf could see the dark strip of fluff on her pussy.  The dress fell
around her feet and she walked over to the bed.  She climbed on top of it
on her hands and knees, then looked over her shoulder at me.

   "Are you going to join me Rolf liebchen ?" she asked.  Rolf walked over
to her and climbed onto the bed.  Trudi lifted her buttocks in the air as
her face rested on the bedclothes.  Rolf grabbed his hard cock and moved it
up to her pussy lips.  She moaned as he rubbed it over her pussy.  He
slowly slid the head of his cock inside her as she gasped in delight. 
After a few seconds he plunged deeper inside her, until his balls rested
against her buttocks.  "Ohhhh that feels lovely Rolf," she said.  As he
fucked her harder he saw her pussy juice dripping onto the bedclothes. 
Rolf grabbed her hips and thrust harder.  She was moaning in ecstasy.

   "Ohhh Ja mein liebchen." "Trudi I'm going to cum." As Rolf was preparing
to thrust into her for the final time she pulled away.

   His cum spurted all over her face.  There was a big glob in her left
eyeball, which she didn't seem to mind.  His cum rolled down her face like
tears as she took his cock in her mouth one more time and sucked it clean.

   Just as Rolf was almost dressed there was a loud banging on the front
door.  She opened the window and shouted to the men below after a shouted
reply, turning to Rolf she whispered.  "It is the Gestapo, they are after
you?  " Rolf dropped a bundle of money on the bed, while she went
downstairs to answer the door taking as much time as possible, Rolf could
hear her arguing with the Gestapo officers.  He finished dressing quickly,
as Trudi was protesting vocally to someone that he had left her outside the
club.  Then her heard her cry out, and the sound of a thud as someone hit
her in the face.  Rolf knew their was only one way out and that was through
the window.

   He quickly threw the bedclothes over the bed, and shook the pillow, to
make it look as though he had not been there, while he heard people
searching the downstairs of the house.  He opened the bedroom window and he
dropped out of the window on to the soft garden Looking up he could see
that the window had shut itself in the light breeze.

   He ran almost all the way back to his Grandmothers house, trying to make
sure that he was not seen, by using the back streets as much as possible.
He could see the front door was smashed in, and the house was empty.  There
was a crowd standing outside quietly talking, and a friendly neighbor
seeing him, told him that they had taken away his Grandmother and
Grandfather and the rest of the family in the house, and they were looking
for him and the rest of the family.

   Fortunately his motorcycle was in that neighbours outhouse, with his
leather jacket, and he was soon mounted up and riding through the night,
not knowing where else to go, he was soon on his way back to his base, most
people were in the air raid shelters or asleep, so the roads were fairly
clear.  His mind was very troubled, and he did not know what he could do

   When the war had come he had been conscripted into the Luftwaffe, and
soon became a good ME 109 fighter pilot.  He had been on several missions
across the channel as escort for the bombers, but he had just spent three
months on the Russian front.  He had been in many dogfights and had two
kills to his credit, but he was glad that he had not been in action against
the RAF.  He knew England well, having spent many holidays there and he was
fond of Tony and Jean and their many English friends.

   His squadron had suffered heavy losses on the Russian front, and now
they were back in Germany to pick up replacement pilots, and new aircraft.
He knew that in the Battle of Britain Herr Goering had been baffled by the
numbers of Spitfires that had always seemed to be waiting for them.  They
could only conclude that the RAF had many more planes than their spies had
reported.  The numbers of pilots that did not return from bombing missions
over England had been frightening.

   All these thoughts were running through his head as he headed North on
his motorbike back to his station nr Rheydt.  He did not know what he could
do.  Or whether he would just have to submit to arrest.  His own plane was
in the workshop, and was not able to fly while under repair.  But he knew
he could not just grab a plane and take off, but lady luck was on his side.

   A distance from the airfield he could see that their was a raid in
progress As he arrived at the gates of the station, it was still in
darkness, apart from a number of planes on fire and a burning fuel tank
lighting up the field.  The RAF had been strafing the runway.  But some
planes were still managing to get airborne.  The scene was total chaos and
the ground crews were working hard at putting out fires all over the field,
especially at the large fuel storage depot.

   Many pilots were attempting frantically to reach their planes, to get
airborne, as he entered the station, he noticed that one plane about a
hundred metres away from where he had dropped his bike was warming up, the
pilot was known to him but he was obviously wounded.  He collapsed quite
near the plane, obviously unfit to fly.  His ground crew were all round him
trying to help him.

   Rolf ran to the plane.  He shouted to the mechanic.  "Get an ambulance
for him, I will take his place." Not waiting for a reply he had jumped into
the cockpit, the mechanics standing by, helped to strap him in, and soon he
was hurtling down the runway, and was soon airborne.

   At first he was not clear in his mind what he intended, but he knew he
had to get away, and then looking down at his fuel gauge, it was almost
half full.  He realised he was lucky, and with a bit of luck he had enough
fuel and could make the English coast.

   The station controller was calling for him, to respond and identify
himself, but he deliberately switched the radio off, and kept flying low,
hedge hopping.  It was just getting light by the time he reached the Dutch
coast, he somehow had managed to eventually cross the English coast between
Portsmouth and Southampton skirting the Isle of Wight as a few machine gun
shots came up to meet him.  Rolf remembered that just before the war, there
was an RAF station at Fordingbridge, he planned to make for that, as it was
only a few miles inland from the coast, but as he flew across the New
Forest two Hurricanes fighter planes swooped from the cloud cover, and
latched on to him, his plane was hit by a burst of cannon fire, his plane
had been hit, and was losing oil, but he was still flying.  He took a white
handkerchief from his pocket and pulling his hood back managed to wave the
handkerchief at the approaching RAF planes as they came in for another
attack.

   He pointed down to the ground and to his relief the two Hurricane pilots
seemed to understand what he was trying to do.  They took station abreast
of him on either side.  He kept flying straight, and the RAF planes stayed
with him one on each flank.  His engine was beginning to misfire badly and
he was desperately looking for a piece of flat ground to put the plane
down.

   Passing over Ringwood he lowered his undercarriage, and started to lose
height, as he knew he was nearly at the RAF station at Fordingbridge.  He
just hoped it was still there, and he could make it.  Within minutes the
runway suddenly came into sight.  He managed to put the plane down safely
on the runway..  He taxied slowly towards the buildings at the edge of the
air field and stopped.  The Hurricanes landed just behind him.

   Within minutes he was surrounded by a squad of men from the RAF regiment
ominously pointing rifles at him, as he carefully left the cockpit holding
his arms up high, and showing that he was not wearing a flying suit, just
his uniform and leather jacket showing that he was not armed.

   All of a sudden he felt an overwhelming sense of relief.  He had made
it. To his surprise he was taken into a room and he was offered a cup of
tea.  A Wing Commander came into the room and he stood up and saluted.  The
Wing Commander introduced himself as Wing Commander Dawson and he asked. 
"Do you speak English?" Rolf re-assured him that he could, and briefly
explained that he was related to Commander Tony Nash, and that he had
defected from Germany to avoid being arrested by the Gestapo.  He explained
how he had seen his family being arrested, and luck had been with him as
the RAF raid had given him a chance to seize a plane from a wounded pilot
and get airborne.

   He did ask the Wing Commander to ensure that his defection was not made
public, as it would kill any last chance his family had of surviving, that
is if they had any chance at all.

   The Wing Commander had his wits about him, and called a staff Sergeant
into the room.  "Get that ME 109 covered, and into a hanger pronto and warn
any ground staff not to talk about it."

   Eventually the Wing Commander said "Well son you will have to be
confined as a Prisoner of War at least for the time being, but I am sure
something can be arranged to contact Commander Nash for you.  But the
Military Police will soon be here for you."

   *********** A few days later Tony was abruptly called to the Admiralty.
The crimson ribbon of the Victoria Cross stood out on his relatively new
uniform, and attracted much respect and many courtesy salutes as he left
his taxi, and walked the last few yards to the Admiralty.  To Tony being
back in uniform felt strange after so many weeks being allowed to wear
civilian clothes,

   Tony was hoping this visit was about a new appointment, he desperately
wanted a seagoing appointment.  He knew that he was not going to be given a
job commanding a submarine, as he was too senior, but he hoped that some
other appointment could be found for him.  He felt he was not cut out to be
happy in a desk job and he knew he had a hard fight ahead of him to
convince his seniors.

   In the taxi Tony had gazed in amazement at the scarred streets of
London. They had to make two detours to avoid bomb damage.  He was amazed
at the variety and complexity of uniforms now walking the London streets.
It had been some months since he had been in the city proper.  and he could
see that the nightly bombing had taken a heavy toll.

   Tony arrived at the Admiralty, and after a short wait was taken to see
the Second Sea Lord...  He shook Tony by the hand and congratulated him on
his survival.  Like many others, he was very interested in his impressions
of Adolf Hitler and his cohorts.

   After he had been there for about ten minutes.  He went on to say.  "I
am afraid that I have some good news, and some bad news.  First of all we
have eventually had final confirmation that your friend Janine did die from
gunshot wounds, helping you escape.  Apparently she got caught in the same
hail of bullets that cut you down." Tony had already had that news when he
was in hospital, but then he had been told that they were seeking
confirmation.  But in his heart, he had always known that her death could
was distinct possibility.  It was a far better end for her, than ending up
in a concentration camp, or in the hands of the Gestapo.

   "She was a very brave woman and is being considered for a posthumous
bravery award by the Free French.  Which brings me to the good news?  You
are being awarded the Distinguished Service Order, for your part in that
futile operation.  This is a very rare occurrence but the powers that be,
consider that it is a just reward for your heroism in going into enemy
territory, and returning alive.  A lot of the information that you brought
back was very useful and very informative."

   "Now your appointment.  You will not get a seagoing appointment until
the end of hostilities in Europe for your own safety, and for the sake of
national morale.  You must realise, that your death or capture would be a
massive boost to German morale.

   You made a monkey out of them, and they have not even officially
announced your defection to the German people as yet.  Now to your new
appointment, and once again I can not stress the need for secrecy.  I can
only give you the bare bones, your commanding officer will fill you in when
you report for duty.  Meanwhile I am afraid that you will continue to be
kept under secret service protection for the time being, at least while you
finish your leave.  In a way you are doing a good job, as you are
encouraging enemy agents to break cover.  Your death is a top priority for
the Nazis." But I expect you realise that most of this information could
have been sent to you at home, however Mr.  Broughton is going to take you
to Paddington Green Police Station, as we want you to identify a German
airman who has defected.

   Tony's head was in a whirl as he left the Admiralty as he considered
what he had been told.  He was bitterly disappointed over his forthcoming
appointment, In the car with Mr.  Broughton told him.  This officer has
defected, and he claims to know you.  He has been closely interrogated and
much of what he has told us matches information in your personal records.

   Entering a room at the Police Station Tony was surprised to meet Rolf
still in Luftwaffe uniform.  As they embraced and broke into German Rolf
told him how he had arrived, and the reasons for his defection.  He told
Tony "I am very happy with the way I have been treated here, but I will not
fight against my own people, nor will I divulge any information that will
lead to their deaths.  If however, any information I have, can bring down
the Nazi party, or if I can fill a non-combat role to help end the war I
will do so.  They talked for a long time and Mr.  Broughton said.  "Well I
am satisfied that he is your cousin, but if he goes to POW camp he will be
executed by the Nazi hardliners in the camp.  I do have an alternative
suggestion, which I will discuss with you later, but I do have to go to the
very top to get permission.

   Later Mr.  Broughton said.  "My idea is simply this I think that if he
will give his parole, he could be released into your Cousins custody under
an assumed identity to work on the farm.  He will be checked by the Police
daily, and he will not be allowed to leave the farm until after the end of
hostilities."

   Tony thought that the idea was a good one.  Then Mr.  Broughton went on
to say.  "At the end of hostilities we are considering you for a role in
the occupying forces in Germany, where your knowledge of the people and
country will be invaluable.  We wondered whether Rolf would be willing to
work with you in that capacity."

   Tony said.  "It is a good idea, but let us wait until the war is ended
then we can ask him."

   Mr.  Broughton then went on "We now have the problem of your security We
have arranged that you should be billeted for the next few days with
Admiral Tranter and his wife who is one of Churchill's whizz kids.  We can
not put you in a hotel for your own safety, but the Admirals house is very
secure, and you can be brought into the city by car if you are needed. 
Meanwhile you can enjoy London.  Once we have a decision on Rolf you can go
home and finish your leave."

   ************

   The Admirals house was well appointed, and was located in the consular
area of London, which made it a little safer than probably anywhere else.
Tony was greeted by the Admirals wife Sally, who was obviously many years
younger than her husband.  Sally was a very pretty petite blonde, whose
father was one of the Sea Lords, and it was obvious that her husbands rapid
promotion, had benefitted from her marriage to him.

   However, Tony thought that she seemed a little depressed, but he
assumed, that it was due to the fact that her husband had let the moths out
of his wallet, and was hosting a party for his staff and Senior Officers
that evening.  But Sally's disgust, was due to the fact that all the
arrangements were being taken care of by her husbands mistress, a First
Officer in the WRNS who acted as his Secretary.  She told him it was her
home, and it seemed an insult to her that he should use that woman to take
her place in her home

   Tony agreed buy then he remembered that he had rumours of the
relationship between the Admiral and his Secretary, even before he went to
Germany, but it seemed that they were a very clever couple and no-one had
obtained actual proof of any sexual relationship.

   Sally he realised, was really a bored and much ignored housewife, in
fact she enjoyed the idea of having Tony stay with them.  His exploits had
been headline news, and the fact that they had been warned about his
security did not worry her.  It was a change from her boring life and he
was a very personable young man.  Seeing him put an idea into her head.

   When she met Tony, she had a few moments before his arrival received a
telephone call from a private detective, who had now claimed he had got
absolute and indisputable proof of her husbands infidelity.

   Tony's room was comfortable and he sat down to read a newspaper, and
listen to the radio news, when Sally interrupted him by entering with a tea
tray and two cups.  Having pulled herself out of her depression she came to
have a chat with Tony, and to ensure that he was invited to the party that
evening.

   She pressed Tony to attend.  "That slut has taken over the running of
the party.  I do not know any of his staff, as I am never included in any
of his office functions, so I need you to help support me please Tony."

   That evening true to her forecast, it was her husbands mistress who
stood and received the guests, despite Sally' did attempt to join the
receiving line, but she was quietly rebuffed, and so when she joined Tony,
she was a very angry woman.  She danced with him, and she made sure they
danced closer together than a married woman should with a comparative
stranger and was rewarded with a few angry glances from her husband.

   Her husband had the temerity to send his Flag Lieutenant to tell his
wife to be a little more discreet in her behaviour.  Sally told the Flag
Lieutenant to tell he husband to "Get stuffed"

   Tony was known to a lot of the guests who during the evening came and
chatted with him, and Tony always made a point of introducing Sally, when
the opportunity arose.  Her husbands attitude towards Sally, was not
welcomed by some of the guests, and they obviously felt embarrassed, but as
the evening wore on she hooked her arm in Tony's and danced with him
exclusively.  Tony could see that her husband was getting angry although
there was not much he could do about it.  He tried his best to get her to
be a little more discreet - but to no avail.

   As the evening wore on, he was enjoying Sally's company, but later as
Tony stood alone while Sally made a brief foray to the ladies room, he
decided for the sake of discretion to give his apologies to Sally and
retire to his room.  But when Sally having returned suggested they take
their drinks outside onto the blacked out terrace room, together they sat
in the dark and talked.

   They talked for a long time, and Sally drank quite heavily.  She talked
a lot about her childhood, and her marriage, and she became quite maudlin.
The party was about to break up when the Admiral came to find his wife.  He
told his wife that their was a bit of an operation on back at the office,
and the Prime Minister wanted him on hand, so he was going to bunk down
their for the rest of the night.  Sally did not respond but turned her head
away when he tried to kiss her.

   "He's going to the nearest fucking hotel to shag his tart." She said
bitterly.  "I now have the proof and I'm leaving him tomorrow, and going
back to my parents.  I have never really loved him like a girl should, and
being with you tonight, has shown me that there is more to life than being
a bloody Admirals wife, despite what my father thinks.

   Come Tony I've had enough, the stewards will clean up.  Tony helped a
slightly wobbly Sally up the stairs, and he was about to say goodnight,
when she turned and put her face up to be kissed.  Then she said.  "I'm
pissed, and when I am pissed I get very randy, and when I am randy I try
and grab the nearest young man to satisfy my lust."

   A few minutes later lying in bed.  Sally looked down at him.  "Do you
really like me Tony?" she whispered, "Sally, I think you are absolutely
gorgeous," Tony managed to splutter.  She burst into tears, and leaned over
and started to kiss him "Oh, Tony, I am so lonely." "Oh Sally dear I wish I
could say or do something to help you." "You are Tony dear - you just being
here is helping me enormously." Sally reached down, and pulled his head up
to give him a long passionate kiss.

   Their kisses were soft and passionate at first, then they became more
hungry and demanding.  Their tongues explored each others mouth, as they
lay locked together, their naked bodies pushing against each other as they
both enjoyed their first bodily contact, and Tony's cock having a mind of
its own, slid between her legs to rub gently against her warm wet pussy
lips.

   Tony moaned softly, and ran his hands down her bare, smooth back, moving
his hands down over her buttocks.  Sally draped a leg over his hip, opening
her body for him to explore .

   Her pussy was moist and leaking, her juices coating his cock.  Tony
inserted a finger into her pussy, as he gently searched for her clitoris.
Sally moaned happily into his mouth as his finger explored gently, giving
her an exploratory finger fuck.

   Sally moved happily against his finger as it searched, quickly finding
her clit, it was swollen and he started to move his finger in a little
circular motion across and around the swollen clit.  Sally gasped and
clamped her thighs together, holding his finger in place.  She broke the
kiss, and gasped, "Oh, God, Tony!  No more!  I am about to come, but not
like this I want you up inside me.  Tony's cock was at its hardest

   "Oh, my God!" she said softly, as she recovered from her first orgasm.
Sally stretched out on the bed beside him.  They on their sides facing each
other.  Silently, they looked into each other's eyes.  She reached out her
hand and stroked his cheek.  "Tony, I could fall in love with you so
easily." Not speaking Tony wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close
.  Their lips met in a soft, tender kiss.

   Quickly tenderness soon grew to hot passion, and their kisses became
more passionate.  Their tongues probing and exploring each others mouth
Their lips nibbling at each other.  Tony's cock was pressed between their
bodies.  Sally's hips ground into him as she tried to get even closer. 
Tony once again pushed his cock between her thighs to move against her wet
warm pussy lips

   "Oh, God, Tony!  Now!  Now!" she shouted.  "Please Put it in me now,"
she said in a moaning voice, trying to pull him on top of her.

   Tony moved between her legs and spread them apart.  His cock was rigid
and throbbing, as he gently pushed forward gently penetrating Sally's
pussy. She was hot and slick, and his flowing pre-cum increased the
lubrication even more.  Sally raised her knees high, and humped her pubic
mound up against his cock pushing him deeper inside.

   Tony pushed his hips forward and his cock slowly began to sink into
Sally's hot channel.  Tony started moving gently inside her in long deep
strokes as Sally responded to his movements She lifted her legs up and
wrapped them around his waist and her arms reached up around his neck and
held him tight.  Sally matched his motions, and soon they were working
together in perfect harmony.  It was not long before Tony could feel the
pressure building inside him, and from her responses he could tell she was
close to orgasm once again.

   Suddenly, Sally clutched him even harder.  Her hips moved in a feverish
motion, and he could feel her muscles grasping his cock.  Suddenly Sally
threw her head back and wailed, "Oh, God, I'm there!  I'm coming, I'm
cominnnngggg.....!

   Then Tony came as spurt after spurt of his baby seed flooded Sally's
womb until together briefly sated, they came to a stop panting and clinging
on to each other, as they both began to come down from the high their
breaths coming in gasps.  .

   They both opened their eyes and looked into each other's face.  Their
lips drew together and they kissed a long, tender kiss.

   Morning came, and Sally opened her eyes to look at the sleeping Tony. 
She got out of bed and went downstairs to make some breakfast which she
brought up on a tray .

   But breakfast got ignored when she got back into bed and woke him with a
kiss.  It was another hour before they finished their cold breakfast, and
Tony had just started his shower, and started soaping himself when a naked
Sally had joined him in the shower.  Before he knew what was happening, her
arms were locked round his neck, as she had pulled him close to her body,
her beautiful pouty sensuous lips had clamped fiercely on to his, as she
smothered his wet face with long passionate kisses.  After a few moments,
she pulled away, her arms still loosely locked round his neck, she smiled
happily as she looked up at him.

   With her very warm very female sexy body locked against him, her pussy
now rubbing against his now rampant cock Tony lost the will to resist, as
once again she lifted her beautiful young face to be kissed.

   Tony needed no further encouragement as now he was utterly in her power,
he took her in his arms.  This time she disengaged her hands, and let them
go down to fondle his then quite massive erection.  Then Sally grabbed the
soap, and started to soap his wet body paying special loving attention to
his cock and testicles.  Tony pulled her wet body close against his.  He
could feel her breasts, with their lovely hard bullet like nipples pressed
against his chest.  Her hand reached down grabbing his very hard cock and
slipped his cock between her legs, so that as her hips rotated slightly, he
could feel it rubbing against her soft wet vagina hair.

   "This is the nicest surprise darling." She murmured, as Tony now taking
the soap, began to soap her body slowly, and very carefully, paying special
attention to her breasts, then her vagina.

   She was really enjoying his attentions, her moans were unrestrained; but
they both knew this could not last long.  She knew that she could not take
much more of this erotic massage.  She wanted his cock inside her so badly.
She pulled away; the water was running down her face, her long hair was now
dark with the shower water, but her eyes were full of wild unrestrained
passion.  "I can't take much more of this Tony dear.  I want you fucking me
and I want it now." As she was speaking she had put her arms round his and
catching hold of his hair tightly in one hand, she pulled his head back. 
She kissed him hard, on the lips and on his neck while her other hand was
reaching down and guiding his cock expertly into her hot wet pussy.  Tony
felt it slide gently, and smoothly deep inside her, he instinctively knew
how she liked to be fucked.  Her hips pushed hard against him, ensuring
that she had him locked deep inside her very fertile womb.  She kissed him
gently on the eyes, and nibbled his ears, as they moved slowly together,
the warm shower water pouring over their bodies as she clutched his firm
hard body to her.  "Welcome home darling." She murmured.  "But this is not
my home!" Tony said facetiously.  "It is, and this is where your cock
belongs, inside me for now " Sally said firmly.

   His cock was soon encased in her warm wet vibrating cocoon, her hips
moved slowly, with his in perfect harmony.  They were working very much as
a team, producing a range of erotic feelings, that were out of this world
and which they had both previously enjoyed.  The feel of her body snuggling
in his arms was good and he had to admit it was something that he enjoyed.
The feel of the warm water pouring over them as they made love, acted as a
lubricant as their bodies rubbed together.

   To Sally, she firmly believed that destiny had decided that they had
been made for one another.  No other man had come remotely near giving her
the sexual or emotional satisfaction that Tony had done the night before.
Their passion was intense, yet it could not be hurried, both of them were
determined to exploit their desire for each other in their love making.  At
first they moved slowly, as the pace increased, so did their enjoyment. 
They were moaning almost in unison, their lips locked together, their love
making gradually building to a crescendo.

   She was the first to start with several small orgasms.  Tony wanted to
make it last as long as he could, and he had deliberately and desperately
tried to hold back, but, it was no good Sally was no novice, she would not
let him delay, and anyway he could not delay, his need was so great as he
thrust hard into her, holding her tight he started coming in long pumping
yet almost imperceptible strokes.  He came in a long drawn out session,
better than anything that he had experienced for years, as he shot his seed
into her Almost too late, and just as he was beginning to slow down, she
joined him in a long drawn out massive climax.  Her arms locked round him,
almost crushing him in their intensity pulling him close into her, holding
him so tight against her vibrating body.  "That's never happened to me
before for a long time .  She whispered."

   They stood locked together for a long time, arms round each other before
Sally led him back to the bedroom by the hand.  Taking a towel she started
to dry him refusing to let him help, then sitting him on the edge of the
bed, she dried his hair.  Tony locked his arms round her waist, gently
kissing her fondling her naked breasts while she worked on his hair.  He
started sucking her hard nipples...  "What am I going to do about you
Tony." She said eventually.  "I want you so badly.  I am going to leave my
husband and go back to my parents.  I have enough evidence for a divorce,
but I want you to stay with me while you are in London then I will leave
when you do.

   His stay was for just four more days before he was told that he could
take Rolf home with him.  He was to be re- named, but he was not allowed to
leave the farm, and he was to report to the Police every day, or rather the
Police would visit him at least once or twice a day.  He was not happy
about not being able to leave the farm, but he realised that while
hostilities lasted it was for his own security.  It was far better than
being a Prisoner of War.



   Next Chapter 4





































   Chapter 4 The Invitation

   Lord Ralph Ainsley was dismayed that since the out break of war and
despite all his contacts at the War Office no-one could seem to be bothered
to find him a wartime job.  He was even more disgusted with Kate his
daughter, all she was interested in was horses and having a good time.  He
thought that at least she could do some voluntary work.

   Lord Ralph Ainsley now in his late sixties, glanced up from his copy of
the Times newspaper, and looked down the breakfast table that morning at
his wife.  "I see that our neighbour, that Nash fellow has got another gong
to add to his Victoria Cross darling..  I reckon though that he deserves it
for what he has done." "Yes dear why don't we invite him to dinner on
Saturday." Lady Leighton muttered.  "It may be good fun.  I gather he dined
with Hitler a few times so he should have some interesting stories to
tell." "Oh yes Mummy please." The very glamorous blonde Hon Kate Leighton
broke in to the conversation.  "Let's please Mummy, he's quite dishy,
although he is a bit on the old side for me." "He is only about 27 or 28."
Lord Leighton responded.  "Well I suppose that he might do at a pinch."
Kate murmured.  "From what I have heard he is not engaged or married." Lady
Leighton said.  "So I will invite him for Saturday dinner.  No harm in you
running the rule over him darling."

   Lord Ainsley privately was disgusted at his daughter, much as he doted
on her.  She had not been bright enough to go to University, despite all
the money he had spent on her at top private schools.  He had tried to get
her interested in helping on the estate farm, but all his efforts had come
to nothing.  She just hated getting dirty, and risk spoiling her nails.  At
least he thought she could have helped with one of the voluntary services.

   ***********

   Tony was thinking about the invitation from Lord Ainsley that had
arrived in the post that morning.  He was inclined to make an excuse to
avoid going, he did not know his Lordship other than by sight, but he was
thinking about it, as he tramped over the fields with his shotgun under his
arm.  Tony had been advised to ignore all these invitations for security
reasons, and most days he got invitations to attend money raising events
such as Spitfire Weeks, where towns organized events to provide the money
to buy a Spitfire fighter plane, or raise money for other war charities.

   With his leave now drawing to an end Tony had decided to take advantage
of the warm spring weather, and on Jeans instructions, he took a shotgun
and started walking the boundaries.  The damage caused by rabbits was
enormous, but there was also a good market at the butchers for rabbits to
supplement the wartime meat ration.  Most of the fields had a hay wagon
parked in the middle or posts deliberately placed in the middle of the
field to deter an invasion by gliders.  The hedges were higher than normal
as farmers were encouraged to ensure that there were plenty of obstacles
around in case of an airborne invasion.  So under these wartime
requirements there was much more cover for rabbits and foxes.

   Despite the early morning sunshine their were still a few rabbits
popping their heads out of the hedgerows, to make the shooting worth while.
In the fields where they had chicken houses on wheels, he had arranged for
Rose to come and put Bandit the horse into the shafts, and usually when
they moved the chicken houses, a few rabbits came out running.  This
morning however Tony was even more delighted to bag a Fox, and when they
looked closer they could see that the fox had killed at least half a dozen
hens during his visit.

   However, by lunchtime the haul of rabbits was very worthwhile, and Tony
decided to go to a nearby barn to eat his sandwiches, and drink a bottle of
beer Jean had packed for him.  The sun was warm and after eating Tony fell
asleep on the hay.  He was in the corner of the barn, his shotgun resting
on a bench with the pile of about ten rabbits he had shot nearby. 
Suddenly, he was awoken by a clap of thunder, and the sound of hail hitting
the tin roof.  Sitting up he was just in time to see the appearance of a
young lady looking very wet and bedraggled, her long blonde hair trailing
down the back of her riding jacket, pulling her horse inside the barn for
shelter.

   Tony recognised her straight away as the Hon Kate Ainsley, , although
the last time he had seen her was before the war and she had been a very
uppity young schoolgirl, home from her private school.  At the time he had
just been a young sub-lieutenant very proud at just being commissioned. 
She had smiled at him, but they had spoken only briefly

   He just lay back and watched as she unsaddled the very wet horse and
grabbed a handful of hay and started to rub her horse down.  The sound of
rain on the roof was fierce and seemed to be much worse punctuated by the
sound of thunder and flashes of lightening through the dirty windows of the
barn Tony assumed from the noise that it must be sleeting.

   When she had finished rubbing the horse down, she took of her riding
jacket and opened her blouse right up.  It was about then that Tony had a
burst of sneezing.  By the time he had recovered he opened his eyes to see
the blonde young lady standing in front of him waiving her riding crop. 
"You fucking peeping pervert." She shouts as she raised her riding crop
Tony said quietly" I would not do that if I were you Kate" Then she said.
"Do you know you are trespassing." "No young lady, I thought I owned this
barn, in fact I am sure I do, so who is trespassing?" "Oh now I know who
you are, she said as she suddenly recognised him.  I have seen your photo
in the paper a lot recently." "I know who you are Kate, but its been a long
time, and now you are a very pretty grown up young lady." Suddenly Kate
flopped down on the hay beside him "I`m sorry I thought I could get home
before the rain, but I got caught.  I tried a shortcut across the field"
Tony had a couple of apples left over from his lunch and said "Fancy one?."
Kate grabbed it "Thanks I am hungry."

   He thought how lovely she looked.  Her blonde hair was wet at the ends,
but she was looking more relaxed now, as she devoured the apple.  Tony lay
back on the hay and for a while as they chatted.  Suddenly she went quiet,
and he realised that she was asleep.  The sound of rain on the tin roof
seemed relaxing and he too dropped off.  He awoke as he felt her arm cross
over his body and her lips landed on his in a long passionate kiss.  "Damn
you Tony Nash I have always fancied you, but you never even wanted to talk
to me

   She leaned up on her elbows looking down at him.  Her bright blue eyes
stared down at him intently.  Her lips were slightly parted and her
breathing became faster as she leaned over to kiss him again.  Her arms
came round his neck and she pulled him into the kiss.  As they kissed, he
put his hands inside her open blouse to fondle her nipples.  She was not
wearing a bra, but she was wearing a silk petticoat, and he could felt her
hardening nipples through the material, and her firm breast responding
under his fingers.

   Breaking the kiss Kate said.  "I always fancied you when I saw you in
your posh navy uniform.  I wanted to be kissed by you so badly, but I never
contemplated ever going this far with you, but heck there is a war on so
let's have some fun."

   She tensed, as Tony started to take her blouse off, throwing it on a
nearby pile of hay.  He unbuttoned her riding skirt and worked it off as
she lifted her buttocks to help him.  Now Tony took the initiative as he
kissed her, feeling her bright red sticky lipstick once again adhere onto
his lips.  She responded with a low moan of contentment as Tony played with
her nipples through the silky material of her petticoat/ She let her head
fall on his shoulders, her arms clung round his neck, as she turned her
body to give him better access.  Tony felt her nipples harden under his
fingers.  She moaned a moan of contentment softly After a time he trailed
his hand down across her stomach and under her petticoat to find to his
surprise that she was wearing no panties.  For a moment he was a bit
surprised, and then he followed Kate's eyes to where her panties were lying
on the ground next to her.  "Yes Tony dear I wanted you to make love to me
so I made it easy for you.  "She said with a shy giggle.

   She smiled and sat up, she looked at him.  She said "I'm still not sure
if we should do this, but if I do let you fuck me, just remember that I am
not just a whore or a one night stand.  If we make love then it ought to
mean something."

   Tony replied "Of course it means something, for a start it means that
you are a beautiful young woman, and as at now I fancy you something
rotten." "Yes but...  are you still going to fancy me tomorrow, and the day
after that?" Tony said with a little chuckle.  "You mean I will have to
wait that long to make love to you again, but remember it was several years
ago when we first met and you were a pimply young schoolgirl?" "Yes Tony
Nash and I fancied you something rotten then." "Kate dear we have to get to
know each other properly if you want something more." As he was speaking,
his hand had found its way down between her thighs and his fingers were
playing with her pussy, suddenly he found her clit.  She gave a loud moan
and pulled him close for a long kiss.  Breaking the kiss she punched him
gently, and said "You know what I mean."

   Tony decided it was time to stop talking as he stood up, and took the
near naked Kate in his arms and carried her to the centre of the barn.  He
lay the horse blanket on a soft pile of hay, then he laid her down, as he
quickly undressed, and climbed onto the makeshift bed beside her.  Tony
went to remove her petticoat, but she demurred.  "No Tony I did not wear a
bra or panties, but leave the petticoat please."

   Tony did not argue, but started kissing her down her body, eventually
arriving at her pussy.  He felt her body tense, as he made the first
tentative lick of her pussy.  His tongue forced its at through her pussy
lips latching straight away on to her super sensitive clit.  Her reaction
almost took him by surprise

   "Wha-Wha-Oh-M-M-My G-G-God.  W-W-What are y-y-y-ou d-d-doing?" She
moaned, and he could her body trembling response as her groin pushed into
his face and her hands pressed won on to his head forcing his mouth even
closer to his working tongue.  Almost immediately her body tensed, and she
let out a small cry as she climaxed.  Tony knew that now she was more than
ready for more.  He could wait no longer as he moved into position to enter
her.  To his surprise her hands took his cock and gently pushed it between
the lips of her waiting pussy.  Tony pushed and entered her with one firm
stroke.  She was hot, very wet and much tighter than he had anticipated. 
Her legs locked round his waist pulling him close, as her arms pulled him
down into another long passionate kiss.

   It wasn't long before they were fucking her hard and fast, soon Tony
could feel his climax building and then explode, shooting his seed deep
into her.  They lay locked together for a long time his cock buried deep
inside her, her legs still wrapped around him.

   He was still hard and so he started to move again..  She started to
respond, and their bodies moved together building to a slow rhythm "Once
more then I must go " She whispered.

   He pulled her down and kissed his way down across her stomach to her
crotch.  As he dipped his tongue into her he found that she was already
very wet from their lovemaking.  Tony pushed her legs up and licked her
clit again, every once in a while running his tongue all the way down and
then back up her slit.  She finally moaned, and he could feel her pussy
contract as she orgasmed.  Tony rolled her over, pulled her up and entered
her.

   As he pushed in and out of her hot, wet, tight pussy, he could feel her
push back towards him.  It took only a short time before he came exploding
into her.  Tony pushed all the way in and stayed there, buried to his balls
in her pussy for a long time.  She quickly picked up the rhythm and began
slamming up and down on his cock at a frenzied pace.  It wasn't long,
before she climaxed again, a minute later Tony came again into her hot
pussy for the third time that night.  She lay on his chest for a long
while, then she whispered, " Tony dear sex with you is good.  I hope you
are coming to dinner tomorrow night?"

   Tony finally rolled off her and she snuggled close against his body. 
Then he said "I was not going to come, but I have changed my mind as long
as you are there?  " Is that a promise?" Kate replied as she stood up and
started dressing "But, next week I am back to the war." Tony said.  "But
you will write to me then won't you please Tony" "If that`s what you want I
will, but I will see you tomorrow night." It was then that they realised
the rain had stopped.  He helped her saddle up, and then picked up his gun
and the carcasses of his rabbits, now for the first time he was looking
forward to seeing Kate again the following night.

   ************

   The following night Lord Ainsley was a bit narked that his
Brother-in-law had decided to invite himself to dinner together with his
wife.  He was the Colonel of the local Home Guard Battalion.  He always
came in uniform, wearing his pistol.  He was introduced to Tony as
Commander Tony Nash although Tony was not in uniform.  It was obvious to
Tony that he had not been recognised.  Kate and Tony went out on the patio
to talk in the black out.

   Joining the rest of the family as the pre- dinner sherry was served. 
Lord Ainsley's Brother in law as usual, was complaining about wartime
restrictions, and saying how busy he was running the battalion of Home
Guard volunteers.  Lord Ainsley said facetiously.  Why don't you ask
Churchill to send your chaps to the Western Desert to give that fellow
Rommel a lesson?"

   His brother in law went a bit quiet, as he realised that Lord Ainsley
was making fun of him.  As dinner progressed Lord and Lady Ainsley started
asking questions about Tony's time in Germany, and his meetings with
Hitler. Tony had to tell them that he was bound by the official secrets
act, but he did manage to keep them interested and amused with some of his
stories.

   It was just as the dessert was about to be served when there was a loud
shout followed by a burst of shooting outside, and some shouting.  Every
one stood up except Tony.  Outside his two security men on duty were stood
over the body of a man with a rifle.

   The one policeman a few moments later reporting to Tony said.  "Sorry
for the noise sir, but we were sitting just where you and the lady were
sitting before dinner and he did not see us in the blackout, and he walked
right up to us.  We challenged him, but he just wanted to make a fight off
it so we had no option but to shoot him.  We could see him clearly against
the bit of moonlight "

   Tony did not finish his dinner, he made his apologies to Lord and Lady
Ainsley for the disruption and got his coat to return home.  He had
promised to call on Angie on the way home anyway.  Before leaving He told
them that their had been several assassination attempts on his life and the
policeman were always nearby to protect him.

   Kate obviously shaken suddenly said as he was leaving "Sorry Tony, don't
bother to write, much as I like you, I think being around you is a bit too
dangerous for me." She turned and just walked away.  Tony went to Lower
Hill farm to spend the night as he did most nights

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   Chapter 6 Conclusion



   The following week Tony had to report back to the Admiralty.  He never
ceased to be amazed at wartime London.  It was a vastly changed City from
pre-war.  The streets were full of a whole range of different uniforms,
with both men and women of different nationalities, all seeming to be in a
rush to get somewhere, but the typical Londoner was still very much in
evidence, with their irrepressible and unique sense of humour.  Rations
were tight, and their was much bomb damage but a lot had been cleared and
some repair work was going on.  Even in just over a week Tony could see the
changes taking place.

   Meanwhile Rolf had settled in at the farm and had told them a lot about
wartime Germany and the shortages.  For the first time he admitted that it
would take a miracle for Germany to win the war.  He was amazed at the
amount of food that was available on the farm, but as Tony pointed out
farmers were rather lucky as they had plenty of space to grown their own.

   He confirmed that the Germans were now much more pre-occupied with the
Russian front but there were still occasional raid over London and the
other cities once in a while to make a nuisance of themselves.  The RAF had
now trained a number of Hurricane pilots in the art of night fighting,
which also made life more difficult for the raiders

   Tony had to report to the Rear Admiral Submarines an ex World War Ace
who also sported a Victoria Cross .  They had a long chat, and the Admiral
told him that he was being appointed as Staff Officer Operations to a new
Flotilla.  Generally speaking you will be operating as a special unit with
a few X craft some older S boats a couple of T Boats and an ex German U
Boat a VIC/41.  The lads are busy now changing all the important name
plates into English.  She has been refitted, and is one of the newer Bloom
and Voss built boats.

   You come under my command, but you will receive most of your operational
orders via the Second Sea Lord who I believe you know quite well.

   Tony's day's in London were busy with briefings on different aspects of
further operations.  He got a very clear picture of the surveying of enemy
beaches, and installations that had to be carried out.  This also included
the landing of small parties of Royal Engineer sappers to defuse mines on
French beaches.  The whole object of his new flotilla would be secrecy.  He
was pleasantly surprised to find that he would also have a captured U Boat
in the Flotilla which would be a terrific asset in this kind of work if
used properly.

   Tony managed to get a telephone call to Jean to tell her where he was
living for the next few days, but he was not allowed to tell her very
little else.  Tony's first evening was taken up with exploring war torn
London and visiting a few service clubs.

   He was completely surprised at the damage that had been inflicted on
many parts of the city.  But Tony was impressed with how many businesses
kept going, and how children who had not been evacuated were still getting
up, and going to school despite losing sleep in the occasional air raids.
But Tony was even more surprised, at the morale of the Londoners
themselves. Every night they had crowded into air raid shelters, or into
underground stations, and amused themselves with sing-songs, and games of
bingo, while the war had raged above them .  Tony also soon realised how
privileged they were in the services, when Tony was given some idea of the
severity of civilian food rationing, and the patience of housewives, who
had to queue every day for even basic foods.  There was no doubt in his
mind that they were suffering more than the German people were at this
stage of the war.  However, the briefing Tony was getting, and the outline
thoughts now being expressed for an invasion of Europe and the arrival of
American troops did a lot to convince him that Churchill's optimistic
comments were warranted.

   On the second evening there had been an air raid, and after the all
clear had been sounded.  He could tell that bombs had dropped in the
vicinity of his hotel.  Tony decided to make his way back to his hotel. 
There was little point using a taxi as many of them were now in use as
auxiliary fire tenders, and anyway, many roads near his hotel were blocked
with debris or unexploded bombs.

   Tony had just turned off the main road on to the side road leading to
his hotel when he saw a young schoolgirl, about fourteen or fifteen with
long hair which reached nearly to her waist.  She was in a nightdress, and
she was looking rather disheveled, and she was crying.  She was covered in
dust and was limping.  She ran up to Tony, her face streaked with tears. 
"Please sir can you help me my mother is trapped?" Tony followed her down
the street through an alley into an adjoining street, and immediately
standing outside the house could see that there was a parachute snagged on
the chimney pot, and Tony guessed that a mine had gone through the roof. 
The tiles were all broken, and it was obviously it was hanging somewhere
inside the house.  "Where is she?" Tony asked.  "Upstairs in the front
bedroom." "Right, now you go back to the main road and get the police or
the ARP and tell them there is an unexploded land mine here.  What is your
mothers name?" "Her friends call her Jenny." Tony entered the house through
the broken front door, and went up the stairs treading carefully, and he
had to climb over some rubble to get into the bedroom.  Hey could see that
there was a young lady trapped in the bed, and part of the ceiling had
fallen on her.  She was covered in white dust, and was coughing.  Hanging
about a foot over her head from the parachute cords was an unexploded mine,
swinging gently from side to side in the evening breeze.  Tony called out.
"Jenny." "I am here she replied" "Your daughter is safe and has gone for
help - but first I will see what I can do

   Fortunately, there was a part of the ceiling that had broken free, that
Tony after a bit of effort could use as a lever and he was able to insert
it between her and the part of the ceiling that was trapping her and lift
it gently a few inches.  "Crawl out carefully." Tony told her.  "I can not
lift any more or I might touch the mine and set it off." He told her.  But
it was enough as she just managed to inch herself along the bed about
eighteen inches and Tony was able to lower the debris and pull her clear.
Her face was bleeding, and she seemed to have a broken leg.  Tony managed
to carry her down the stairs, and out the front door.  A policeman was
coming towards him, and Tony told him.  "You will have to clear the area.
It could go off any time now." Tony continued to carry Jenny until they
were clear, despite the pain from his leg where he had previously been
wounded, and fortunately there was an ambulance near.  "Where is Alice?"
Jenny asked.  "I'm, here mum." said Alice as she came running up.  The
scene was very confused with ARP wardens and police.  An incendiary bomb
had landed nearby n a paint store, and had started a fire and the fire
service was trying to get closer to the fire.  Tony said goodbye, and
managed to sneak away, covered in dust to his hotel.  Arriving back at the
hotel, he was told that his wife had the key.  In view of the recent
attempt on his life.  Tony questioned the receptionist closely, about the
woman and soon concluded from her description that it was probably Angie.
Tony had to knock at the door of his own room to get in and be greeted by
Angie.  She stood back in horror as she saw his disheveled state.  Tony's
shirt was covered in blood and his uniform would definitely have to go to
the cleaners before it was wearable again.  He explained what had happened,
and after a quick bath and getting into his pyjamas Angie and Tony were
soon in bed enjoying each other company.  Tony was so glad to see her.  He
needed her badly as the reaction to the night's events gradually set in and
he was feeling a bit of a reaction.

   He moved down her body kissing each part of her body as he went.  Angie
had quite lovely firm breasts.  Her nipples were like little nuggets... 
she laughed out excitedly, as she gazed down at his erection standing up,
tall and straight.  "That darling is a kind of compliment especially after
what you have been through tonight." She said.  She moaned as Tony kissed
her nipples, wriggling slightly and lifting her back off the bed, pushing
them towards his waiting mouth.  After a while Tony gradually moved towards
her legs, kissing her legs, her ankles and putting each one of her toes in
his mouth, gently almost fondly licking them.  Then Angie started to lick
his cock, wrapping her lips around his tip, she started to work her mouth
up and down his full length, as far as her mouth would let her.

   Her long silky blonde hair tickled his crotch and the tops of his legs
as she worked.  Tony could smell the perfume that she had been wearing. 
Tony worked his way back to her crotch letting her pull away from him and
open her legs.  Gently inserting his tongue, feeling for the clitoris,
finding it quickly, teasing it and probing it gently with his tongue,
making it even harder.  She writhed and wriggled, moving, moaning and
clamping her legs around his neck, so that he couldn't easily escape, even
if he had wanted to.  Within minutes his face was covered in her juices. 
They lay still for a few minutes, clasping each other tightly.  "That was
wonderful." She whispered, all the time, she was talking she was playing
with his cock.  She moved up alongside him pushing him on to his back as
she straddled him and gently inserted his cock into her warm sticky love
tunnel.

   She moved slowly at first, controlling him with whispered murmurs. 
Gradually increasing the tempo, of their love making until she was working
up and down, like a demented piston.  Suddenly, she stopped, bearing down
on him, his full erection, was far as it could go inside her.  She told
Tony to stay perfectly still.  His cock seemed to be swelling perceptibly,
so much so, Tony thought it might burst.  She froze, stretching back
slightly,, as her body started vibrating and shaking, she was making a loud
moaning sound of utter contentment.  It was the sound of a passion that
Tony had heard from her before.  He could hardly breathe, and it was not
long before they came almost simultaneously.  She screamed out loud in
ecstasy.  It was the sort of climax that was normally so rare.  They lay
back exhausted, still locked together in an embrace, both of them slippery
and covered in perspiration.  Just as the sound of the all clear filled the
nigh air.

   They went to sleep locked in each others arms, with the moon shining
down on them through the open curtains, now Angie had removed the blackout
blinds .

   Tony had to be up early the next morning, Angie joined him on the walk
to the Admiralty.  She had an interview to rejoin the WRNS, later that
morning, although she had privately been told it was a pure formality.  As
Tony left her to go to a different part of the building, where he was
working, he became very aware of the very enthusiastic greetings in his
direction from the staff in the outer office.

   As he entered the conference room he saw Mr.  Broughton and a naval
Captain who had been in the briefings previously with Tony talking, and
looking at a newspaper..  They were smiling broadly as Tony entered the
room.

   "How many bloody medals do you want Tony?" The Captain said with a broad
smile on his face.  As he tossed a copy of the Daily Herald on to the desk.
Tony immediately saw the headlines "VC To The Rescue." With a photograph of
him carrying a disheveled and bleeding Jenny towards the ambulance.  The
report was even more dramatic, because the mine had later exploded and
injured several bomb disposal Sappers who had been preparing to try and
defuse it later that night.

   Eventually his briefing came to an end, and Tony knew that next day he
would be travelling to joining the new Flotilla and depot ship in Portland.
He met Angie briefly as she waited for her train at Paddington station. 
"You introduced yourself as my wife at the Hotel I gather?" Tony asked. 
"Yes.  Perhaps I am just hoping that you will want to marry me when my
divorce comes through." Angie said shyly.  :Well I do love you." Tony said
and it sounds like a good idea to me." Just then the whistle blew and the
train started to move.

   The next day was a dreary rainy day and he travelled to Portland with a
WRNS driver who seemed very much in awe of him.  For the first time without
his police escort

   The following morning Tony stood on the well deck of HMS Rapid a
reconditioned luxury liner now acting a depot ship, looking down at the
submarines moored alongside.  He was now formally the Staff Officer
Operations for this new submarine unit.  His quarters on board were
luxurious by Navy standards And he was not too far away from home.  Angie
had returned to the farm awaiting her orders.

   He reflected that the news was more positive and was now turning in
their favour, although far too many merchant ships were being sunk by U
Boats, and now his special task was to get as much of the information as
possible that would help in making the decisions for a successful invasion
of Europe.

   It was in that connection that now Tony began to appreciate how the
little bits of intelligence, that Tony had picked up while as a guest of
Adolf Hitler were of crucial importance to the intelligence services.  The
intelligence services them selves had been particularly interested in the
attitudes and habits of the senior officers Tony had come into contact
with. Special interest was attached to the social interaction between
Hitler and his subordinates.

   Now this new unit would broadly be under the control of combined
operations.  The depot ship which would be home to the new Flotilla, now
commanded by a veteran submariner Captain Wolf Thornton, who was now
Captain S-M of this very mixed flotilla.  Tony had met him previously, just
prior to the war at Fort Blockhouse, when he had commanded one of the new T
Class boats.  The Executive officer of HMS Rapid who was not a submariner,
was a Commander Maurice Flavell who was responsible for the depot ship crew
and providing depot ship services to the Flotilla.

   As Staff Officer Operations Tony was responsible to the Captain for the
operational command of the flotilla.  However the Flotilla was being
classified as a training flotilla for local consumption.  Their primary
objective was as an information gathering force, to be used in conjunction
with combined operations for surveying possible landing beaches, observing
movements ashore in occupied Europe, landing agents, and similar subversive
activities..

   The general order for the Commanding Officers, were for them to avoid
aggressive activities, except when specifically ordered.  When going out
the boats would only carry a minimum load of Torpedoes to be used in self
defence, and not to be used in any unauthorized offensive activity.  There
unused space would be taken up with other personnel or equipment.  They
would also be carrying other personnel from combined operations.

   A squad of Marine Commandoes and Royal Engineers were already aboard the
depot ship under the command of a Major in the Royal Engineers

   Portland was an ideal location for the Flotilla as the steep terrain
prevented, or made difficult any attacks on ships in the harbour from the
air, Submarines were always in the most danger when entering or leaving
harbour as they had to surface to do it.

   On this his first morning on board Tony stood at the top of the gangway
as Tony looked down at the boats assembled in the port trot.  To the casual
observer they looked just like normal T class or S class submarines.  But
beneath the camouflage there were the captured U Boat.  It was VIC which
Tony knew from experience was the workhorse of the German submarine fleet,
The boat was very cleverly camouflaged with a canvas and plywood cover
which concealed their true identity.  As well as this boat, they had a
mixture of T Boats, S Boats.  They had also got two X craft with the
necessary two crews for each.

   Tony knew the majority of the Submarine's Captains, and some of their
First Lieutenants.  His reception had been a little mixed.  But the fact
that he was here, following a promotion had quickly brought the realization
that there had been more to his so called defection, than was common
knowledge Tony was a little sad at leaving Angie, as things were developing
very well between them.

   But Tony had received a postcard through the forces post office from
Cassie with the comments on "Whose a clever boy then?" Tony guessed from
the comment, that Cassie was now pregnant, and Tony was to become a daddy.

   As Tony stood and watched, he became aware of some turmoil and shouting
on the casing of one of the S boats.  He was a little surprised to see
Lieutenant Henry Drake (Angie.s husband) giving a public reprimand, to a
leading hand who Tony presumed, was the Second Coxswain of the boat.  Tony
could not logically interfere, but Tony could, and did refer the incident
to his commanding officer.

   When Tony spoke to the Submarines Captain about it.  The captain
responded .  "He is a bloody good pilot sir.  But he is a shit bag as a
person" his Captain responded.  "Would you like him transferred to the
spare crew?" Tony suggested.  "I would love to sir, but they do not have a
qualified navigating officer to swap him with." The Captain did however
promise to have a word with him on his general behaviour towards ratings.
Tony did promise to seek an urgent replacement for him and a recommendation
that he be returned to General Service as being unsuitable for submarines.

   His boat an "S" Class Submarine HMS Sea Trigger was one of the first
detailed by Tony to go out on a mission.  It was detailed to tow one of the
X craft to survey a beach nr Calais.  The X craft would be towed by HMS Sea
Tiger to within range of the shore.  The passage crew and the action crew
would then change over, transported each way by a rubber dinghy, under
cover of darkness.

   The Sub Lieutenant diver from the X craft, would wear a rubber wet suit,
and leave the X craft by a chamber known as the wet and dry chamber.  He
would swim inshore, take samples of the sand, and try to ascertain the
firmness of the sea bed at several points using implements given him by
Special Operations, and note any defences in place, on or near the beach.
He should then return to the X craft, where he would enter the wet and dry
compartment on the X craft, which would then be drained, and he could
rejoin the rest of the crew to return to the towing submarine.  They would
then be exchanged for the passage crew and the Submarine would again take
them in tow, and return to the depot ship.

   However on the return to HMS Sea Trigger reported that Lieutenant Henry
Drake had been killed together with two ratings on the casing as they tried
to recover the rubber dinghy, used to transfer the two X craft crews, by a
burst of machine gun fire from a passing E Boat presumably returning to
base .  The guns crew were at action stations and had returned fire with
their 3" gun and Lewis guns, and set the E Boat on fire which blew up quite
quickly.  They had managed to secure the hatches quickly and dive to return
to the depot ship.  But no bodies had been recovered.

   On their return the Captain of the Sea Trigger was quite bitter,
complaining that with rubber dinghy's they had to have the fore hatch open
for far too long.  They would do much better with much less risk if they
could use Commando type collapsible canoes, which could be lashed to the
casing, and not leave the boat vulnerable to attack with a hatch open.

   Tony took the point and said he would arrange for trials to take place
using the new type canvas canoes to see if it was a realistic option.

   After Tony had been there for about three weeks Tony had begun to relax
and enjoy his job.  The thought of possible assassination had passed to the
back of his mind.  It came as a horrible shock when to his dismay his
colleague Commander Maurice Flagella was shot dead by a sniper whilst
walking on the quarterdeck one afternoon.  It was assumed because they were
similar in height and build to Tony, and that he wore a Commanders uniform
that he had been mistaken for him.  The sniper was never caught.

   Angie rejoined the WRNS and was posted, (after Tony pulled a few
strings) to HMS Osprey in Portland.  They were married just one year later.
At about the same time Tony was promoted to Captain, and appointed to
liaise and co-ordinate with the US Forces at the Admiralty on the invasion
of Europe

   Angie became pregnant almost immediately after their marriage.  On the
cessation of hostilities Tony was sent to Germany as an area commander at
Kiel dockyard, where he was responsible in getting the harbour open to
shipping fairly quickly.  He was joined by Rolf who was now happily married
to Jean, and who acted as a local civilian advisor to the allies.

   Tony's job was very much involved in the salvage of ships that the
allies had previously sunk.  in the war.  Angie and his young son joined
them when conditions were safe, and they had a very pleasant three years
before Tony returned to the UK, and was posted in command of one of the
Royal Navies modern destroyers.  Tony later previously heard through his
contacts that Elizabeth Von Pep was captured by the Russians in Berlin and
so far has never been heard of again.

   His Grandparents, Rolf's parents and most of his cousins died in a
German concentration camp.  Only his Cousin Greta survived, and that was
probably due to the fact, that she was an active member of the Gestapo
before her arrest.
   The End