If it was true, then there were others like him. That meant that he wasn?t alone. He wondered if he could find others like himself after the war. It w...uld be nice to be able to talk about his feelings with someone who understood. His mind drifted to the parties that Barnes described. It would be incredible to go to something like that!Chapter FourteenThe day of the escape dawned like so many others in Stalag Luft I. It was cold and dreary out, but dry. In fact, it hadn?t rained in several days.. I put on my jacket and adjusted the sleeves of my shirt under it. As casually as I could muster, I asked, "Does Chantelle know Sylvia?" "Oh yeah," Josephine sighed in resignation. "And she knows you are Sylvia Harper's sister?" "Yes. Of course, Sir. Why? What's wrong?" My mind was awhirl. What indeed? There was no way Chantelle could have forgotten to tell me. "She just hadn't mentioned it, that's all." "Chantelle plays her cards close to her chest, Sir. I wouldn't worry about it. And anyway,. She frowns. I tell her that even whelks and clams have a natural order of dominance to them. She shows me the shells she retrieved for her Master. They are the more typical ones you’d find of the beach. She seems proud of her finds and I give a a box to keep them in and take the ones she collected for me. We spend the rest of the evening, eating and warming by the fire. I’m laying back in my beach chair with her on top of me on her back. I run my hands down her body, softly stroking her. I feel. By the end of it, he stopped forcing me and spent over an hour making me feel wonderful. He just took all the hurt out without asking anything in return.''What did he do to you; you went all dreamy eyed then.''That is just it, he did nothing, and he just held me in his embrace and kissed and caressed me, swaying back and forth for over an hour. No one ever did something like that for me without expecting something in return. When I had stopped shaking and crying and began to feel comfortable he.