Silly Sissy. He was so good for her spirits in so many ways! Butcontinuing to think about him soon brought to mind her one biggestconcern from yeste...day. Her happy mood vanished as she thought aboutit. What was she going to do about Robin? Did she still want to gothrough with her plan for Operation Robin? Was it even possible to gothrough with the plan? She hadn't been able to set things up properlywith Robin yesterday. And most of all - was it the right thing to do?Operation Robin. He picked me up as arranged on a hot summer day. I was wearing a short summer dress and he was in shorts and tshirt. We chatted as we drove into the countryside. We got on really well, he made me laugh and he was a lot sexier than his pics, so I was well pleased with my decision to meet him! After about 10 minutes, he asked if I wanted to go for a walk in the sunshine. We parked the car and decided on a walk along the local canal.We walked for a while until we came to a bench where we sat. You are kept here to, we hope, prevent your people from bombing our village again.”“We’ve never bombed this village nor any other.’“Bull. Your Captain Willoughby did it after our people resisted your first attempt to enslave us. We are not fighters by habit but will and are learning quickly. We will fight you and we will win.”She looked reflective. I went to a man and released him. He wasn’t happy to have been tied up all night and some of the morning. I said sternly, “Quit complaining. Dead is. “I like the suntans! You must be Jen’s brother – Mavis said that you’d sent her a postcard from Cornwall saying that the weather was great?”My mouth responded correctly, my brain was meanwhile busy saying bugger! Bugger! BUGGER! bugger! Bugger! BUGGER! that they knew. I didn’t dare look at the others; I knew that Julie and Hamish had been looking forward to sleeping together again, and I wasn’t happy that I’d miss out on some time with Jen and Sheila.Well, as they say, in the anglicised version.