" Who's Wernher?" I asked."An old friend of Helmut's. They met in Berlin when they were botheighteen years old and hit it off immediately. You'll meet...him tonight atdinner. I think you'll like him. He's very charming, though like allJunkers a little full of himself." 'Junkers'? I don't understand," I said. "Remember, I lived in Englandfor a big part of my childhood so there are things you were taught inschool over here that I missed out on over there." Ah, I understand" said Gerda, "so I'll. " The part about being either a 17-year-old freshman or a 27-year-old professor?" I've been the former, though I probably won't be the latter." Being twenty-seven or a professor?" Chances are that I'll be both, just not at the same time." So you're a grad student." And almost twenty-three, to answer your question." She thought for a second. "Was that why you picked 17 and 27?"I ran my hand through her hair. "Few people would have picked up on that." Don't change the subject. Why couldn't you. She slowly walked across the marble floors marveling at the extravagance he had gone to for her. He walked purposely across the floor to the living area where there were two chairs set up and facing each other. One was a plush black leather wing back chair the other a simple wooden kitchen chair from an ordinary kitchen table. The wooden chair looked very out of place in the room and she wondered why it was there. He took a seat in the plush black leather chair and pointed to her to have a seat. How was she to know that an ankle bracelet meant that she was available? My mother and father had a caravan by the sea, in a place called Millisle. They offered us the use of it for the July Fortnight. We gladly accepted their kind offer. We set off on our holidays full of excitement. Sharon had packed her latest outfits. The summer was in its height and as it turned out it was a bit of a heat wave. The days were long and lazy in the sun, and I encouraged Sharon to wear her skimpiest clothes.