Today it was my turn with Bobbie. It wasn’t what you may be thinking, no we didn’t have passionate sex, and she didn’t have it with anyone else ...lthough she was easy in some ways up to that point in time. It was the summer of love as they called it, 1967, we liked to think we were old enough to join in but only in our mid-teens we weren’t. We ended up learning a lot from each other that long hot summer, Bobbie, me and two other friends, Billy and Tommy. Let me explain a little background.We. She was already feeling moist as she lay back and looked directly at the ceiling.John sat beside her and quietly set about his business. First of all he tied her right hand to one of the bedposts using one of the stockings. Although fairly tightly knotted she didn’t feel any discomfort. It was the same when he moved to the other side of the bed and repeated the process. The ankles were next.Her mind was racing now. She was still fully clothed but she had expected her clothes to be ripped. It seemed to take forever, and she twice brushed a tear away on her shoulder. Neither said anything. Both knew it was a gamble. Neither wanted to risk not trying, especially Doug. Aly was the only thing that would keep him from losing Mare to that bastard Hodgson. Doug checked on Alyson when she again dry-heaved. Her pulse seemed fainter, the arrhythmia more pronounced. He kissed her forehead and whispered for her to keep fighting.Alyson opened her eyes, looked at him, smiled weakly, and closed. Following our wedding that person was now me. So, like apolitician back home meeting his constituents, I was the one who got tohear their grievances. Gerda gave me a spare room at her office in thevillage for this purpose and left me to it. A lot of the time I was justa sounding board for their anxieties, as happened in mid-October whenHitler ordered a call-up of all men from 16 to 60 for duties in a newhome guard organisation to be called the Volkssturm.Back in England the Home Guard was made.