I waved and she half-heartedly waved back. I closed the door and leant against the wall, I felt awful. I felt bad for Lena and I felt worse about myse...f. How was I going to keep lust and love separate? I wanted sexual gratification, just that, nothing more. Others, it seemed wanted something more profound, something lasting. I'd have to pick my partners more carefully in future, but just how was I to tell who would be happy with superficial sex, and who would want more.It was a sobering thought. I closed the darkroom door and waited as the disc settled into the player. The sounds of a jangly pop guitar beat filled my ears. Lara’s CD, Cocteau Twins... Something half-forgotten rattled around in my head as I moved toward the black-clad siren before me.“Is this okay?” she asked, already moving her body sinuously against mine.I nodded, unable to speak. For a time, we danced, although it was more of an offering. Half my brain enjoyed the moment as the other half told itself to stop. "Just as I had finished speaking, and had taken the first pull at my beer, the door opened and Lieutenant Henry Drake came into the pub. This time he was wearing uniform and he had two companions with him, both lieutenants. They were all in uniform and all fairly 'merry'.He saw me at the bar, and he turned and had a laugh with his two colleagues. Then walking up to me he did the Nazi salute and said. "Guten Abend mein fuehrer." He bent over laughing hilariously, with his elbows resting on the. He placed the blanket along the shores of the lake. It was a small park but very beautiful and cosy.After lunch they relaxed out on the blanket and Linda layed down on her tummy and Frank asked her if she wanted a massage. Linda said sure. Linda loved to feel his warm strong hands on her back. She moaned in pleasure and Frank said,'Mmmm you sound like you're enjoying this' and to that Linda replied 'Yes, I wished I was nude to get the full effect' With that Frank slide his hands slowly.