” She said giggling.Jenny kissed her and Kate could taste toothpaste on her lips. Jenny sat beside of her and they drank their coffee in comfortable...silence.Half an hour later a freshly showered Kate was pulling on her dress from last night. It was her turn to go home without underwear this time as she had soaked them last night.“We need to be a bit better organised for this.” Jenny remarked watching her lover getting dressed.“Yeah next time I’ll pack a bag.” Kate said as she was brushing her. A wild idea jumped to her mind, she stopped, turned around and walked toward the group.“I never forget my panties, I simply don't wear any!”She halted in front of them and let them time to take a good long look at her.“Any problems with that?”She could see five pair of eyes staring at her body, rushing from erect nipples to her legs, trying to catch a glimpse at what her short skirt was hiding.“No Ma’am, that's fine with us”, one answered.She advanced two steps, almost certain that now they. As he had expected, what she told Lucas now was very much different from the previous time he had asked her about that island. He was convinced that Lena had never been there. He was sure that his wife had been and probably still was involved in something she didn't want him to know about.A month goes fast, and Lena began to get desperate about where to find money for Robert. She didn't dare to take anything from her bank accounts and Anne, who had enough problems paying her own part of it, had. November 1942In a way, it was entirely depressing to be sitting in my hotel room in war-torn Marseilles listening to the sound of German tanks clanking right down the middle of the city to the amazement of the small children and the complete horror of adults fully aware of the consequences of opposing the orders of the Fuhrer.The increasing arrogance of my “watchers” was a red flag that told me to find other accommodations away from interference by the Gestapo. Things were changing rapidly down.