The only other parts of the apartment we shared were obviously the kitchen and the bathroom.As far as siblings went we were close and loving. Often we...talked for long hours into the night without any rivalry, especially since our parents were overseas. We had both inherited my father’s small stature and smooth skin. I was short for a boy, and despite several hours in the gym a week, had never grown any muscle, leading to a slim physique. Lastly, since I pretty much never grew hair below my. When he cleared our salad plates and returnedwith the main course, he had to stand right over me so that he had thebest view down into my blouse. The whole thing was beginning to get me alittle turned on too. I could feel a little moisture down in my panties,and my nipples responded by becoming erect, so now I had two big puffynipples straining at the thin fabric of my blouse. The whole thing wasgoing way too far too fast, so after we finished our dinners, we skippeddessert, paid the check at. Look at the van. Look at it, Russell.An ordinary unlettered white Ford Transit panel van, long wheelbase, twin rear wheels.An ordinary 1994 Transit.The two cards were still in his coat pocket. He dragged them out. The original one, with a few pencil figures in one corner. The second one with Ethel's writing and a pinhole at the top.Back past the van, and up the alley to the bottom end of Archdeacon Street. Russ pulled out the two cards and held them in his hand, gazing up at the cast-iron. 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 at city hall and only the most pro-Hitler police and militia were being promoted to take charge of the bureaucratic mess. The Vichy bunch was already shipped out to some unknown location inside Germany where they could do no harm from the Gestapo viewpoint.One of my informants down at the courthouse was a girl called.