It's pretty quiet until Edith, the owner, comes in just before midday. She's very particular about how things should be done. Fair enough, it's her bu...iness. But she can be brusque sometimes."How was the morning, Mary?" Pretty dead, Edith. Just a few lookers, no sales." Yes, well, this happens shortly before our semiannual sale. Everyone knows there will be discounts, so they look now and buy when things go on sale. You can take lunch now, Mary."I feel a minor bristle. She never asks what I. "This is southern France, dear. We are near no large city. We are just a small order, but we survive in spite of the Germans. We give them no problem...they give us none. You see, we need to know if you're alone because if they find others, they'll come searching for you. We must be prepared."From that, I learned very little, but her response made sense, I felt, and she did seem sincere so I confided in her."Yes, I'm alone. Our plane was badly damaged and I had to bail out. The others. Barbara parked her car and decided to walk several blocks to where her snitch would be waiting.An eerie silence hung in the air as the click of high heels echoed off dark buildings. Far away police sirens wailed and the occasional crack of gunfire could be herd. Barbara was on edge and alert to the slightest sound as she walked along the dark street.At first glance you might mistake Barbara for one of the many hookers that worked the neighborhood. A tight, bone colored skirt came barely half. Madeline had the fullest and juiciest lips I had seen in a while. Sometimes in speaking with her I saw only a pair of sensual exotic lips, motioning me towards them. She had great taste in lipstick, not a vivid red, but more vibrant than maroon. It spelt sex to me. That isn't to say the rest of her didn't grab me. She had a petite figure. Long legs and small breasts, which balanced her tight little bottom. I did not go weak at the knees, but I felt my loins tighten every time I saw her. "So may.