And only when we had finished all this, did Helen want to hear one word about breakfast.After a shower, a couple of cups of strong coffee, two Aspirin... and a bit of war paint, she looked almost her usual pretty self."If that's what I do when I've had too much to drink, I'm never going to drink again. I remember some of what happened, but not all. Will you please fill me in?"Using a more civilized language I told her what we had done, and that I was very sorry to hear, that she'd never get drunk. The jewellery seemed the obvious choice.”She nodded. “Fair enough. All right, get it for me and I’ll see what I can do.”I got the small case that it was all in. I’d lined it with bubble wrap, and had wrapped a few of what I thought were more fragile things in bubble wrap as well. “Oh crumbs,” she whispered when she realised just how much was there.She went through it slowly, separating out about ten items. “I’d like to keep these, for me. I collect these myself.” I nodded. I wasn’t going to. However, after about a year at Halton my interest in playing an instrument was re kindled by my mate Spanner, a fellow armourer in the 81st Entry.Spanner had heard a recording of Bix Beiderbecke and been so captivated he acquired a cornet and was now learning to play. I decided to take a leaf from his book and obtain a cornet myself.In my barrack room was a member of the RAF Halton Military Band. I can't remember his name so I shall refer to him as "Bob". He played the euphonium, was excused. As the years passed I began to believe more and more that my life with him was typical and that other girls were doing the same things I was doing. I had little understanding how wrong most of it was and still struggle to understand how wrong it was. One of the biggest changes in my life was when he decided to involve others in our sexual life. The first time it happened he had a male friend over to his trailer and made me undress for him. I was so ashamed to be standing naked before the.