“Gentlemen, let me say at once that I don’t think this mission is feasible. The Germans as you know have reinforced their Luftwaffe with squadrons...from Crete and Sicily. They have air superiority at the moment in North Africa. Amongst them are two squadrons of Stuka dive-bombers. They are very good at what they do. They pick off our tanks and transport with unbelievable precision. Six weeks ago we sent eight Blenheim’s to bomb their air field and only two returned. Me109’s guard the base. Three. Of course she had changed, but still somehow she had not changed."Hello, how are you?" I said - Wonderful opening line, I thought wryly, but what else to say."Not too bad - on my own now. Getting used to it as time passes." She responded."Would you like a drink, if it's still there, I remember there used to be a tea-room close by." I suggested.She laughed - the same gentle, tinkly laugh I remembered - "No," she chuckled, "that's been a dry cleaners for over ten years now. The inn is still there. ‘Okay, I will.’ I hummed as I looked for an especially appealing outfit. I was going on a date – with myself. What to do? Too many choices. I was accustomed to having only one choice. Now, I could do almost anything. It was nearly overwhelming. Paul had made two good suggestions. Facial and shopping. Come to think of it, there was no reason I couldn’t do both. I could do both and see a movie. I could have a lunch I didn’t have to make or clean up. I could relax on a bench by the river and watch. You can feel your juices on his hand and face as he continues to finger you and lick your pussy as your orgasm subsides. Then the weight leaves the bed. You soon realize he is gone and you are all alone, but still bound, gagged and blindfolded. Completely exhausted, you drift off to sleep while wondering how you are going to escape your bonds.The next morning you jerk awake, you can see the light on the bedside clock gently illuminating the ceiling and your bedroom, everything is quiet, no one.