I was very lucky. At age 22 I got a job in a city in the (English) Midlands working as a computer programmer for a large Mail Order company. I rented ... small house near the centre of the city. It was at the end of a block of four and next to another block of four, separated by a pathway running through to the back yards. I moved in during the summer and met my neighbours. There was a young married couple immediately next door. The girl was ginger haired with freckles, good figure. I couldn't. These went through the wooden bed and into a frame around the hidden shipment. With nuts now attached to the rods the bolts to a fake gas tank were removed. The nuts on the wooden bed were backed off and the heavy tank was lowered to the ground. A nearby tree supported the heavy gas tank with a chain fall while dad backed the truck under it and it went into an empty, weathered, wooden box. Two chains and two chain binders held the load securely to the truck bed.Dad was very happy and wanted to. "Only if you want to" she replied. He kissed her on the lips as his heart quickened. "Drink up and let's go" as he finished his drink.They got into her little red car exchanging nevous glances. He reached out with his rigjt arm and caressed her as she turned out of the car park. They were soon home as she opulled onto the front of her unassuming town house.As he entered the lounge he took in the warmth of the room, the ambient smell and the graceful lighting. The scene was well and truely set.. The evening sun streamed through the window, lighting my peaceful face and making my hair look even lighter and softer than usual. I hadn’t heard him walk across the room to me. It was only when I felt his hand gently touch my face that I opened my eyes and looked into his. Time stood still. All I was aware of was my hammering heartbeat and the depth of my breathing. It was going to happen. His face was so intimately close to mine. The uncertainty of whether it was the right thing to do was.