With that encouragement, my hands went down her back also but slipped under her top so I could caress the softness of the skin beneath. Through the th...n material of our shirts, I could feel the hardness of her nipples.We had to come up for some air, our breathing and heart rates had skyrocketed. We were both somewhat abashed by what had happened but that didn't stop us holding hands again, walking deeper into the woods to a little glade, well known to us. Here, I stopped, turned to her and. Her make up was lighter than the last fateful day their eyes had met butstill gave her knowing and piercing blue eyes a stern but professionallook.Her blonde hair was again pulled tightly back, today in a severe singlehigh bunched and clipped ponytail.Confusion won over his immediate and gut wrenching fear as he lookedagain towards Susan.Somehow and automatically he spoke."Good morning, you wanted to see me Susan?" Good morning David," came the slightly strained reply which also hadmore than a. ”“Dan said a lot of the girls used to…you know,”“My word,” she replied, “he has been telling you a lot, you have to remember there was a war on, a lot of those lads were going off to die.”“Did you….?” “I don’t think that’s the sort of question to ask your mother,” she interrupted him. “I have to get on and make the meal now your sister and father will be home soon and your Dad and l are going to the pictures tonight.”David was in his room when Laura got home, he called to her as she passed his. Slowly."He slowly walked over to the waiting car, hands out. Behind the openwindow was a face - lean, fortyish, and with a moustache."Hello... boy?" the man said. Lucian noticed the small pause before 'boy.'And the question mark.He shivered."Lift the blanket."He did, showing his lycra-clad body, shivering harder."Get in."The back door clicked open. Lucian slid in, feeling the warmth closearound him. Two police officers turned their faces to him, the moustacheand a younger woman behind the.