Hell holds no terrors for me. I have survived Hell.”“The retreat from Moscow?” I said.He nodded. “I was with Ney on the rear-guard. Had it not...been for Michel Ney there would have been no survivors of the Retreat.”He drained his glass. “And what did those cochons in Paris do to him, The Bravest of the Brave? They shot him as a traitor. His only crime was being in Bonaparte’s thrall, and being defeated at Waterloo.”“Were you with Marshal Ney at Waterloo, General?”“No, I was Grouchy’s assistant. I’m so close I can feel the warmth radiating from her body. I want to feel her…I need to. I gently rub my thumb over her cheek bone and nuzzle her forehead. She’s breathing hard now, eyes closed. ‘The problem,’ I almost whisper, ‘Is that you’re sleeping on my couch and not in my bed.’ ‘Is that right,’ she says, as I get even closer, our lips almost touching. She places her hand on my chest and looks at me. ‘Maybe you should do something about that.’ I search her eyes for 2 or 3 seconds before. Just now I woke up, or I thought I had woken up, and had the back of a bald head on my chest, the back of a dark haired head on my stomach, and the back of a blonde head on my thighs. Because of the heads, I couldn’t see it, but I felt that I had a throbbing morning woody.”“It finally got too difficult to hold in the need to pee and I shifted slightly. Then, all at the same time, I felt tongues and lips, kissing and licking my thighs, stomach, and chest. It felt wonderful and it almost made me. As luck would have it the nearest public toilets were just a few minutes walk away, but even though the walk was short, by the time I got there I had made the decision not to pee at one of the urinals but instead lock myself away in a cubicle for a few minutes to relieve myself in more ways than one. My thoughts had continuously been going back to Joe as I was really missing him, and of course what we could be doing together. To be honest, we had seen so much of each other over the previous.