Of course, no one in Germany or the rest of the world would get an inkling of the depths of depravity in the SS ranks acting on orders from the Fuhrer...himself.The Russians were more interested in liberating most of the tools of production from the Polish factories and transporting able bodied men to the east for labor in enhancing their military might. If it wasn’t nailed down, the Soviet invaders scooped it up and sent it east on endless trains to help them in the build-up of the Soviet. His mother was a little progressive, I guess. She would rather we got messed up there where it was safe than get busted. She even had a friend of hers over partying with us. He was in his mid 30's, about twice my age. At the end of the evening we were thoroughly toasted. We pulled out the sofa in the living room to crash, 2 or 3 in the morning.I was just laying there in the dark with my head spinning trying to get to sleep. I felt some movement on the bed and didn't think anything of it. Then I. However, I was feeling very horny, so I replied and we got chatting on MSN. They sent me their pictures and while the woman, Laura, was pretty good looking for her age, the guy, Patrick, looked like an old bloke down the pub with white receding hairline, less than flat belly and a face that reminded me of Howard from the TV soap Neighbours, right down to the glasses. But they also sent me photos and video clips of themselves with other guys my age, and the more I thought about it the less the. "I was stunned. "Is that what you think this is? Me escaping?" Come on, James. You have needs. Desires. How much attention have you had in the last few months? How much release?"I brushed off the insinuation. "That's not the point."Her smile grew. "But it's exactly the point. Sometimes fantasy is healthy. Sometimes fantasy is… necessary." Necessary?" To let off steam, even in a stable relationship." Her tone hardened. Became almost urgent. "You've thought about me, haven't you, James? At home..