Even if Stewart wasn't at home, his father might be home again. It wasn't that she didn't like Stewart's father. On the contrary, she'd loved it when ...e'd fucked her. The trouble was, if she met him again, she'd be having such a great time getting it on with him that when she left, Stewart would probably still have the tape.She really had no choice but to ask him for it again.One day, right after school, Susan went out to the playing field beside the building. Stewart was there, just as she'd. For the first few months, nothing happened so everyone just assumed that the whole thing would be settled by negotiations and everyone would come home again. We could not have been more wrong? Life in the town carried on as best it could. The bookshop remained open and our regular customers came in as usual.Ruth and I spent many happy hours together. I was a comfort to her in many ways and she to me. To be honest it just didn't feel like the country was at war. Ruth received letters from her. As you know there are stacks and stacks of cases of beer in a liquor store cooler. We wandered around until we came to the beer we wanted. As I was picking up a case of beer, my friend I was with scooted up behind me and pushed me up against the stack. He grabbed my hips and started grinding his cock into me. He was kissing me on my neck. I was totally shocked and completely turned on. I turned around and looked up at him. Me being 5'2", I generally had to look up at everybody. He was quite. I'm not sure. Once upon a time they all came from the Eastern Europe or Africa. What's your name, dear?" Tamara." Pretty name. Is that an Arab name?" It's Jewish. It can be an Arabic name, but I'm Jewish." Jews. Arabs. They're all the same aren't they? Is there much left of Israel now? I saw the news about it on the TV years ago. Tragic, isn't it? My name's Zoe. That's a Jewish name too, isn't it? But I'm not Jewish. I'm English. I'm thousands or millions of generations of English. My family.