She heard a small noise from the door to the dining room and turned to see Wade leaning against the doorframe, martini in hand, and staring a bit dist...rbingly at the back of her dress, which at the time was pulled tight across her shapely ass. Just a little flustered, she regained her composure by standing up straight, smiling at him, and asking “Can I help you something?” “Does he always treat you like this?” Wade asked. She tried to make light of the question. “You better watch out, he should. Both August and Martin were such Ten Pound New Australians. They had met as tenants in one of St.Kilda’s rooming houses.August was a nuggetty, no-nonsense Berliner, hard-working and holding down a well-paid, responsible job at Dunlop Tyres. Conscripted in 1944 at seventeen into Hitler’s army, he survived the final six months of retreat on the Russian front to return to a city in ruins and no home or family. His parents had been killed in an air-raid.August arrived in Australia in 1951, found. She paused. The distant look on her face melted into a determined smile. ‘I don’t want to say good night yet. Mmmm. I love sex. I haven’t had sex in such a long time. I miss the excitement.’ I wasn’t sure if I was just hearing what I wanted to hear. She hadn’t exactly said, ‘fuck me’. ‘I’d love to have sex with you’. This was quite possibly one of the strangest conversations that I’ve ever had with a woman. She smiled and perked up in a giddy pose. ‘Good. Then lets have sex!’ Make that. Any man will get excited when you see someone so sexy. I am no exception.” I retorted. “And do not tell me that you do not know anything about birds and bees, at your age and being in this profession.”She laughed. “Well, cool down. I am so much used to ramps and people looking at me that I did not think it would upset you to see me like that.”“I am not upset, not at all. Rather I am proud of you. I am proud to be your brother. It is fine with me what you do in your profession. I would not mind.