It didn't take long for them to make some noise, grabbing the attention of the man running the motel, who happened to be watching the two on the telev...sion monitor. Hank was his name and an all around pervert, who had cameras planted in every room and recording everything that went on. He even had a growing collection of tapes and DVD's of every home movie ever made. It had been days since he saw any real action and the waiting was all worth it. Hank stuffed his hand down his pants, watching. Jake had fallen into a broken bachelor’s routine. He rarely saw his friends, rarely went outside. His tour had finished a few weeks ago and since, he’d been inside his house, eating crap from bags and watching bad television. He hadn’t bothered with personal grooming – who was there to impress? He lived like a slob, he was behaving uncharacteristically. Even worse, he’d lost his motivation to pick up his guitar and write music. It was incredibly depressing. The pounding on the door was. I was surprised and beginning to wonder how she was coping with the drinks as she wasn’t that great with alcohol. I held her close in my arms on the armchair as June and K sat together on the sofa. I think I was certainly paying more attention to the two of them rather than the film. I could see them holding hands, leaning into each other and sharing an occasional leg stroke. I couldn’t be certain but at one stage I thought I saw June’s right hand straying higher and higher up K’s legs. The. All the rest was merely the proper application of overwhelming force.”― Winston S. ChurchillAs 1942 drew to a close and the chaotic bloody battles of 1943 commenced with blessed certainty on the part of the British and the Americans that they would soon be the victors of this terrible World War, the foundations of the thousand year Third Reich began to crumble like a cardboard cutout of some grotesque creature swift to rise and equally as quick to fall into the pits of historical oblivion.The.