" Did he make it?"“Well, the Yanks arrested him, and I'll speak for him if he's put on trial. He detested the Nazis but his family connections kept ...im pretty safe. I hope he's all right.” I inhaled deeply and released the breath like a sigh. “The Gestapo wanted me shot the moment I was captured and it's thanks to him that I'm still alive."At the cemetery, we knelt beside the graves of my parents. They were well kept, a posy of fresh flowers on each. I stayed, deep in thought, until my wife. ‘Edith, we can’t sleep together; it’s not right….”‘Why not’ she said indignantly ‘you sleep with other women don’t you? Don’t you like me?’ ‘Of course I do, but…’ I started to say, feeling her knee pushing between my resisting legs, her fingers now around my back tracing the outline of my spine. My resolve was weakening; her face was close to mine; eyes innocent and deep, but twinkling. She knew she had me. I started to say something else but her finger reached up and across my lips. ‘Sssh. “You know, she blushes very prettily,” he said to no one in particular.“Yes she does,” Galena said, coming in from the bedroom. “We still on for tonight?”“Oh yes,” Harry replied. “And make sure to bring Martha...”Galena smiled at him, mouthing ‘thank you’.Harry’s hands went down like he was grabbing a hefty ass and squeezing as he licked his lips and rolled his eyes.Galena laughed, “So what brings you?”Harry sat down and smiled.“You wanna fly to Hawaii on Friday?”And a barely dressed Galena. We got into my car, and drove the 20 minutes to the stables. It was late enough in the evening that nobody was around, and the farmer was having his supper in the house. From experience we could probably reckon on being on our own for an hour or so. Esme went off to muck out her horse, and I went to spend some quality time with my wife’s horse (quality time for him consists of rubbing his itchy bits all over my special horse-proof jacket and eating my peppermints!). After a while when I.