As we sorted we talked about school and people in our lives. Her most obvious question was if I had a girlfriend. Of course I didn’t in a manner of ...peaking but I hinted at her about my more than obvious feelings toward her, which went better than I thought it was going to. We started more laundry after which I was beginning to feel tired, she assured me that she could handle some of the things by herself and insisted that I take a nap. I resisted a little bit not trying to leave her to do too. The people in the Russian zone walked around like zombies afraid to make any noise because it would draw attention to them from the mostly drunken Russian soldiers.In the American zone, the people were most hopeful because the Americans were paying them with a reliable currency and arranging tents for those left homeless by the shelling. The Americans through the Red Cross and other organizations arranged soup kitchens for the hungry and distributed clothing and bedding for the survivors as. As with all my stories there is plenty of sex, but it is woven into the plot of the story, which always comes first. Parts of this story might make it eligible for different genres, but I have decided to post it as a romance. Any resemblance between the fictional characters in this story and real people is strictly coincidental. This is a story in six parts. ©2013 by Senorlongo CHAPTER 1 Damn! Damn! Damn! I hit the damned GPS with the heel of my hand, but it still wouldn’t work. I had tried. I really couldn't believe my luck and I slipped back into bed trying hard not to disturb Mum.The movement must have disturbed her, however, and she groaned and rolled onto her back and opened her eyes. She sort of smiled at me and then lifted her arms above her head and stretched and wriggled a bit and finally relaxed again."Good morning, Greg. Thanks!" she said and rolled over and pecked me on the mouth, "God, do I need to pee! It's real urgent." And with that she sat up, swung her legs over.