The shortest way home is through Berlin.And there’s one thing you’ll be able to say when you get home. When you’re sitting around your fireside,...with your brat on your knee, and he asks you what you did in the great World War II, you won’t have to say you shoveled shit in Louisiana.”• General George S. Patton, Jr., speech to his Third Army before it was sent to join in the Battle of France (July 1944).Finally, the allies have reached a point where the Rhine is crossed, the Siegfried Line is. ”Dad took Jennifer’s right hand and placed it on his pants, directly on the noticeable bulge there.“Let’s see what kind of bonus you’re worth, shall we?”Jennifer didn’t move.“Well, get on with it.”Jennifer jerked and pulled her hand away to cover her mouth, stifling a sob.“Enough of that,” Dad barked. He unzipped his pants and pulled her hand back, stuffing it inside his zipper. “That’s it, don’t be afraid. Just wiggle your fingers a little.”I couldn’t see if Jennifer complied with his demand. .. I guess that's why I'm writing this. I got in the habit of visiting, and we would play chess (I called it chest), or talk or watch TV. Some evenings I would give her back and neck rubs, which I'm really quite good at. Sometimes my idea of where the neck is would get a little generous, and on several occasions I was able to massage all but the tips of her nipples and her pussy. I went home with more blueballs than... Anyway, despite certain signals that really should have clued me in, I never. ...seriously it makes you look really good" I said, trying to hammer home the idea of me wanting to take her back to my place."Um.....thanks" she said.I might have been a little too drunk to realise at the time that she kind of did want to have sex with me but she couldn't for some reason so I had pushed onwards to get laid with her tonight."How about my place?" I finally said.She knew that things would have eventually ended up here. "There's something that you should know about me first" she.