My next door neighbor had a daughter older to me. She had a perfect figure as I always blushed staring at her lower body part. There were times I leav... my room curtain open as I used to do body building. I noticed she gave me appealing smile when my body was sweaty as each drop running from head to smooth curved chest, bumping through abs and disappearing under my skin tight shorts. She used to get erotic as her hormones arouse and her nipples erect shaping out from blouse. I couldn’t. It wasn’t a personal invitation, the list was huge, but there was no way I was going to pass on meeting up with Cora after all this time. * Cora hadn’t changed much, at least not in my eyes. Sure, her hair was shorter and there were maybe a couple of lines around her eyes that she didn’t want, but it was the same smiling face and body full of promise that opened the door. She greeted me with a warm hug and ushered me in to join the crowd that was already there. I knew several of the people. And so it was decided. She would fly to England to meet up with her tour. She added a couple of days in London to see the famous city and its sites before the tour began. They would be off to the west along the south coast, north to Wales, then up to Scotland as far as the Isle of Skye and then across and down the east coast back to London. Twelve days on the road in one of the big tour buses should cure her wanderlust and maybe ... just maybe ... bring a little peace of mind.The first two days. He had that fear in himself."Very bad, I'm afraid, my liebschen. The Commandant has labeled you a traitor..." He let the words just hang there, waiting for her response."Traitor? That's nonsense, Hans, I'm a loyal party woman, you know that. So, I played Devil's advocate with my odd views, but... "Hans shushed her. "Liebschen, we don't have much time. We must talk before we get to the Commandant's quarters."Hans leaned over and said something to the driver. It was said too low for Greta to.