"You don't want to keep Miss Ilsa waiting and the Marseilles train ain't gonna wait for either of you."Freddie reflected on the impact that "Miss Ilsa... had had on his friend. He was just disappointed that he hadn't had the chance to meet the woman that seemed to have made such a change in Rick's life."Sure Sam," Rick said getting to his feet. He turned to Freddie. "It's good of you to close things up here." That's OK," Freddie replied raising his glass of pastis. "I guess the Germans don't have. The dorm I shared with the other girls would sometimes become a row of beds with bobbing sheets as the occupants masturbated freely. Young and impressionable adolescents reliving the days events and frustrations, finding solace in their thoughts and relief in their orgasms, strong imaginative contortions, of visual imagery, such as watching Beth being fucked by a forty year old man, and touching his cock still warm from her internal body heat, made my fingers dance between my wet lips, until. .. vagina ... I ... d ... daren't get up, my skirt's soiled with blood... ''Are they likely to be looking for you?''They'll find out I'm gone in about an hour, then they'll start looking.''Then we have to get you away.' He squeezed her hand gently, 'I know it's asking a lot after everything that you've been through, but can you trust a stranger? I won't hurt you I promise. In fact I can't hurt you the way those animals have.' She saw a look of pain and loss flash across his face, 'But I can. The first question kind of summed it all up. Why was this beautiful, hot woman who had scorned him for years, now standing in his kitchen wanting him to help her get back at her husband? But there were so many other questions too. What was behind her tell his daughter a stiff cock was a sign of a man's love? Was she being honest when she said she loved him? Many questions and so far no real answers. "Clair it's time for some answers." George pointed to a kitchen chair and poured two cups of.