And then turned to our guestto curtsey. They retreated to the patio and I hurried out the drinks. Raoul's handwas up her skirt. He took the martini...I handed him with the other. Shehad her eyes closed, lost in sensation. Little slut. Simpering, I bentforward and lifted her skirt. A vagina. At least Raoul was keeping hisword. He had never promised to be faithful, only that he would never bewith another special lover. One like me. Only me. He saved anal forme, and never with a real. Soon he was out of his camo and back into jeans and a flannel shirt. His cabin still looked the same, but I noticed that weights were now evident next to his sofa and the buttons on his shirt were not as obviously overworked. The twinge that I had felt earlier was now a growing yearning.We had dinner by candlelight. It was an excellent stew with homemade sourdough bread and a glass of hearty red Zinfandel. I did not realize how comfortable I was becoming around him until he brought up the. She said, she is in her conscious, she knows what she is doing. I asked, are you sure. She got really pissed off, slapped me on my face and said ‘are a really a man!!’ Then she moved inside her room.I got angry, went to her room, pushed her on the bed and started kissing all over her face and neck while holding both her hands. She tried to resist but she couldn’t later kisses became more passionate. She took my face in her hands and asked me sorry for slapping. I said its ok. She said I have. It was clearly an insult, yes, but it also indicated trust. ‘It is not important how I know. But I do know it, with certainty. The streets of the city are flooded with our tanks to support your armed Nazi forces. They are intended to punish the rebels. Tomorrow, or the day after, I don’t know when, but they will come.’ ‘What about father … can’t you do something? Anything?’ She fell to her knees before him, all grace and dignity forgotten, begging him to interfere, to save her father, her only.