If my cheeks weren't red before they certainly were now as Iquickly turned to see if Jennifer had seen the tape. To my dismayshe was looking right at ...he machine and without saying a wordwent over to my door, shut it, and engaged the lock. My heart wasbeating in triple time as she slowly turned around and walked backover to me. She sat down in the chair and just stared at me. Myface was on fire, my heart pounding, and my body shaking, as shelooked me up and down. Finally she asked me to sit. An American bomber named Enola Gay had ended it all after six years of madness and slaughter.I lit a cigarette, watching the train huff and puff slowly out of the station. Looking out over the station car park, everything was green. Peaceful, too.Picking up my case, I meandered into the street. I was a fifteen-minute walk from home and there would be no Stukas with their insane, banshee screams, and no ME109s strafing civilians. Above all, no shooting whatsoever.One or two people looked. In reality, my exit from the main pool went mostly unnoticed. Or so I tell myself. I have no way of knowing whether one of those empty heads was turned towards me at that time, and whether comments were exchanged then or later. The same goes for when we finally - finally - got out of the hot tub as well and left the pool room - my pace noticeably faster than his.*Back at our hotel room, it was time for showers! On top of the relief of being back to the privacy of our room, I was looking forward. “Oh fuck,” I said as I panicked, punching the eject button on the VCR. I swear the tape took forever to come out, and I snatched it up as soon as I could get hold of it.I ran into her room, putting the tape, envelopes, and album back into the box just in time. I cleared out of her room and heard the front door open just as I reached mine to breathe a sigh of desperate relief.“Chance? Honey? Can you come down and help me get things out of the car?”I’m amazed my voice didn’t crack when I.