”She looked troubled. “I’ll check with the office.”“Look,” I said. “If someone can get my wallet from my car, I can sort it out. And my ...assport.”She looked slightly embarrassed. “The police are holding your passport.”I rattled the handcuffs. “So that’s why these are here. Is there someone I can speak to, or a phone I can use?”“Let me check.”She left the room and I heard her speaking to someone outside in the passage. When she came back, she was holding my phone.“You can make one phone call,. The Jews and other undesirables were collected, incarcerated and transported to the Nazi concentration camps by the French authorities with little pretense that they were no less than enthusiastic bedfellows and loyal co-conspirators.In those uncertain “early days”, the “resistance” was merely a word and very little was done to put any roadblocks in the German takeover of the entire country.I watched the Spanish dancers pounding the wooden boards of the dancehall with their Flamenco routines. "You worried about the newest wrinkles?" she asked, knowing what was bothering me. I assumed the girls had already told her what had happened. I'd been thinking she'd actually hear it from Kitty first, but the girls had been making quite a racket about it since they learned about it."Yeah, I was trying to build up a normal relationship with a girl, and I managed to pull two of them into this weird life of mine." Hey," she laughed, "normal's not all it's cracked up to be. That's why so many. Please!"Without waiting for a response, Lauren rolls her panties down her shapely legs and tosses them on the floor. With her eyes still locked on her mother, she sits up and pulls her dress over her head. Mom is staring at Lauren's neatly trimmed pussy as Lauren discards her bra and lies back on the bed, completely naked."Please don't make me take care of this myself," Lauren implores. "I really want to know what it's like to be with a woman and you can show me."Mom shakes her head, stands up.