.. I ... eh ... um ... I eh can explain,” he faltered, pulling up his trousers.Worried he was watching an illegal video, I had to ask, “What are y...u watching?”He shook his head and quietly mumbled, “Cathy told me everything.”I felt a chill shoot up my spine. The last time I saw Cathy was on holiday and there was only one thing she could have said. “W-W-What do you mean ... w-w-what did she say?” I stammered, my heart racing like a train.“She told me you had sex with a boy—”“That's not true,” I. It was muted now, desolate, under the heel of the invaders, but the decadence that it was so famous for still shone through.He was walking through the Quartier Latin, the muddy Sienne to his left, on his way to a certain shabby apartment where a young woman waited.His assignment itself was not unusual. As a member of the Gestapo, part of his job was to deal with agents of subversion such as this one. No, what was unusual was the woman herself. He smiled as he pictured her, young and supple,. ’ I’m the only one of the originals that’s not pregnant, now that I’ve had my baby.’ ‘I want us to make a baby Dave’ she whispered as she dropped her last item of clothing and stood nude waiting for him. Dave dropped to his knees and pulled her body close so he could kiss her cunt. ‘You’re wet’ he whispered. ‘Yes I’ve been thinking of you and how your prick fills me. Now that I’ve had the baby I’m hornier than ever. I just have to think of you to make me wet.’ Dave loved licking her big cunt.. “What?” I went bright red. Didn’t know what to say. My mate said, “You looking at my arse?” I said, “Put some fucking pants on, will you?” I picked up a magazine, buried my face in it. He said it again. “Were you looking at my arse?” I didn’t say nothing, kept my face in the magazine. “You were, weren’t you? You were looking at my arse.” I put the magazine down. “I couldn’t fucking miss it, could I?” Then he slapped himself on the bum. He said, “It is sexy though, innit?” Dirty bastard was.