A Spy too far : Part 2

Jean was still angry with him and Rose was rather quiet, so Tony decided to make his way to the pub, and find out a bit more. The confrontation with Maria had also been a little unsettling. So Tony decided to visit the pub that lunch time to see what more Jack could tell him. He told Jean not to bother about lunch as he would get something at the pub.

Arriving at the pub he found to his amazement that Jack was away from home, and that Chrissie his wife was looking after the pub alone in his absence. Chrissie had been in the same class as him at school, and he had dated her once or twice. She was a nice looking woman, and Tony was surprised that they had never had children, because he recollected even as a teenager that she had always looked forward to having children when she married .

Chrissie was flat out serving customers, and collecting empty glasses being shorthanded with Jack away. She told him, that Jack had been rushed to hospital during the night with appendicitis, so to pass the time Tony helped by collecting the empty glasses and pots for washing, and she later told him when she had a minute to spare, that Jack had been worried about the two men and had rung the police himself later.

He did not get a real chance to have a long talk to her as she was so busy serving customers. Meanwhile Tony managed to collect and wash all the empties. The pub emptied about 2.00 pm at the normal closing time, and by then she had also run out of beer. The expected delivery of beer had not arrived. It was due sometime that day, so he helped her clear up, and he gave her a hand with shining the glasses. All the time they were chatting, and she was bringing him up to date with the local gossip.

She confirmed that Jack had become very curious the day before, because they rarely had strangers in the pub, and when they started asking so many questions about Tony. It aroused his suspicions, especially, as one had a slight Southern Irish accent, and that in itself had been enough to alert him.

As soon as they had finished Chrissie said to him "Come and have a cup of tea and a sandwich " Tony was understandably worrying a little about how Jean would react when after he stayed with Rose one night, and then Angie the next night, and then he wondered whether he was interpreting Chrissies ‘come hither' signals correctly. They went into the back room, and within seconds, Tony was not quite sure how it happened but he found Chrissie in his arms kissing..

Chrissie was all over him, her hand enthusiastically and quite openly fondling his groin, and undoing his fly buttons. Her hand was quickly inside his pants to fondle his cock. Knowing automatically what was expected of him, Tony slipped his fingers between her thighs to finger the lips of her vagina. She was not wearing any panties.

She pushed them both back on the large couch, and for a time rested her head on his shoulders as she fondled his cock, occasionally reaching up to kiss him. Tony lay with his arm round her, not speaking but holding her tight. She wriggled against him happily giving a little giggle of happiness, as his fingers probed her love tunnel gently. She was obviously enjoying his attentions , as he stroked her now swollen vagina lips with his fingers. They lay there for about ten minutes as she brought me to full hardness.

"This is all wrong Chrissie." Tony murmured.
But her lips on his soon silenced him.
Tony had his arms round her shoulders and his hand cupped over her breast inside her bra fondling her nipples...
"Please Tony. I can't wait for you any longer..."
Quickly and eagerly they undressed. Within seconds they we both lay perfectly naked on the settee. His erect cock in her hands, as she played with it; knowing and enjoying the fact that she was causing him such delicious agony.
" Chrissie" Tony said,
" I think you are particularly beautiful, but this is all wrong. Jack is a friend of mine. I don't want to lose Jack or you as my friends But Chrissie just said. "Trust me darling, I know what I am doing."
Tony remembered how Chrissie had always been a very passionate girl, full of life and fun. Now both naked they kissed with increasing passion, as he continued to fondle her small firm breasts in his hands. The nipples were hard, like tiny marbles under his fingers. Tony gently fondled each one in turn, then he let his hand once again moved down to her groin. She opened her legs to allow him to insert his finger. She was already enlarged, eager and waiting for him. She moaned gently at his touch, her hips wriggled excitedly to encourage him.

Tony took her in his arms. Her arms were tight round his neck as she hugged him close to her, as they revelled in the feel of each others naked bodies. She was in such a frenzied state of excitement that he knew little time was to be wasted on further fore play.

As Tony gently pushed into her, she groaned quietly in delight; she was very wet, and very small. He knew that he had to go carefully not to hurt her, but even before he was fully inside her, her orgasms had started coming. Tony ignored this, and carried on very gently pushing in and out. He could feel her juices pouring out of her, over his testicles and down his legs on to the settee.

She was moaning with a gentle exquisite sound that reflected her contentment. It reminded him very much of a cat purring. Her arms were locked round his neck, her legs wrapped themselves round his body as far as they could go, ensuring that he could not move away from her. Her hips were raised, her pelvis was forcing itself against his body as she worked to get maximum penetration. It amazed Tony that such a small woman could accommodate him so quickly, and so easily. Every few minutes she had another small orgasm, each one more intense and longer lasting than before. He guessed they were moving towards a massive climax. She was writhing in ecstasy.

Suddenly with a shriek of delight, she went stiff, her arms were tight round his neck, and her legs were locked around him. He could not move as he felt her pumping away. Tony could not hold back against such activity, coming at the same time, soon they were both awash with semen. It was running down his legs, and even over his stomach.
Gradually she relaxed, she loosened her arms, and she rolled him over on to his side, ensuring that he did not slip out. Tony however, was still working away gently inside her. Her lips fastened on to his once again, her legs locked over his legs, locking her very wet body on to his. Her breasts were heaving with the exertion, and the perspiration was running down both their faces and down their bodies, as they gradually came back to normality.

They quickly showered and I turned to Chrissie. Tony said. "I am so sorry."
"Tony don't be sorry. I love Jack to bits. But I want a baby, so if you have succeeded to day in making me pregnant - all three of us will be happy."
Tony was looking and feeling a little bemused at this turn of events.
"What will Jack say?"
She reached up and kissed him, and then she said.
"I know I can have a baby, so it must be Jack, he need never know. Just think of it as another small contribution towards the war effort."
Tony could see her logic, and although he thought it would be a little unlikely on just this one occasion. He decided to go along with it.

Just then they heard the sound of horses outside and the loud voice of Bill Clayton the drayman. The beer had arrived and Tony helped unload the barrels, by working in the cellar to mount them on the racks, The wooden barrels were first unloaded by being dropped on to an old tyre’s off the dray then they had to be rolled down into the cellar on two planks with a breast rope round the centre to slow the momentum, so it was a two or three man task.

Bill the drayman was already a little unsteady from previous calls, but he had been doing the job for years, and knew exactly what he was doing. After they finished, they watered his horses, and as was the custom they gave the drayman and his young assistant a pint of beer each. Tony joined him, and Bill was soon telling them that most days he ended up so drunk after his last call, that the horses took him home. They knew the way perfectly well. Tony asked "Bill why drink all the beer then"?

"Well it's like this gaffer. I don't want to cause offence by refusing now do I?' Chrissie and Tony were soon laughing heartily at his response?
They had just finished that task when Jean rolled up. She looked relieved when she saw what they had been doing. When she had gone, Chrissie turned to Tony.
"She may be your cousin, but that girl is madly in love with you."!
Tony said “No I don’t think she is - she is fond of me, but my cousin Rolf always had the inside track.
She thanked him for his help and with a cheeky grin asked.
"Shall I see you tomorrow Tony? We will not have the drayman coming."
Tony smiled back. "Are you sure that's what you want?"
"Of course, but if you come back tomorrow it will give me a better chance to make Jack happy.
It was a date Tony intended to keep.
He was just putting his jacket in and opened the door of the pub after saying his goodbyes, when a shot rang out. The bullet lodged in the doorway of the pub. A splinter of wood hit him on the cheek. This was followed by one of his police guards appearing, and apologizing for falling asleep while waiting for him.

The attempted assassin had got away but Tony thought for the first time they all now realised just how much danger he was in, and the policeman was very upset at his negligence. “I think we know where to find him sir. He said apologetically.

That night he set off to stay with Angie well before dark. This time he took a shotgun with him, and a handful of cartridges. Jean was worried and tried to discourage him, and so did Rose and Betty. Although Tony was looking forward to being with Angie again. Somehow he was feeling rather unsettled. Several times he had the feeling he was being followed, and stopped to listen. Eventually, Tony rationalized and convinced himself that it was probably his bodyguard.

Tony arrived at Lower farm without incident, and found a very twitchy Angie. "Henry has been back, and I would not let him in. He had been drinking, and he looked as though he was very angry. He was ranting and raving, and promising vengeance against you. But then two men appeared from nowhere and dragged him away."

As it was a weekday. Tony thought it was strange that he was home especially, if he was in the Submarine training programme, and he thought that perhaps he had got compassionate leave for some reason. Although in wartime, it was very hard just to get leave for matrimonial reasons.

Tony decided to do the rounds of the outbuildings, with the shotgun just before dusk, and found no sign of anyone having intruded on the premises, other than an empty beer bottle. He presumed that had been left by Henry Drake in his recent visit. By the time he had finished, it was growing dark

As Tony re-crossed the yard towards the farmhouse, He saw Angie briefly silhouetted against the kitchen light, as she started to pull the blackout curtains across the window.

In the distance Tony saw the first beams of a searchlight and the distant wail of the air raid sirens. This was not unusual, as he guessed that the docks at Bristol would probably be getting a visit from the Luftwaffe tonight. It was a bombers moon.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye Tony saw something hit the kitchen window, and he heard a smashing of glass. This was almost immediately followed by two shots. He saw a body stagger, and fall as he raced back towards the kitchen. He did not hear an explosion. Then two men raced across the yard towards the fallen body. Tony joined them, and looking down with the help of a shaded flashlight he could see that it was Maria. She was coughing up blood.
Tony said "Maria?"
"I'm sorry Tony." She muttered, as she finally collapsed. One of the policemen said.
"She's a goner."
"We had better get to her cottage. The two men are probably there "The one policeman said.
Tony said. "Hang on what did she throw in the kitchen."
All three of them raced to the kitchen to find a hysterical Angie, and a hand grenade still intact with the pin still in place lying in the centre of the kitchen floor.

"The bastard's. They must have talked her into killing you, and she was so confused and upset she forgot to pull the pin out." The one policeman said.
Later they called back, and reported they had arrested two men who they were fairly sure were IRA members who had been hiding in Maria's cottage. Apparently Maria had relatives in Spain, and there were threats made that if she did not co-operate and they would be arrested.

The worrying thing for the police was that no rifle was found so the police concluded that there was another would be assassin waiting to get at Tony somewhere in the area.

It took about two hours to get Angie back to normal. Then they had to clean up, and board up the kitchen window. Two men in an army truck collected Maria's body. As they lay in bed she asked him.
"What is all this attempt to kill you about?"
"I can't really tell you too much." he told her. "But just say, I made a fool out of Hitler and they want revenge."
"But why the IRA?"
"Some hate the British so much, they are prepared to work with the Nazis." I presume.”

For the next few days, he virtually lived with Angie. Apart from two lunch time visits to see Chrissie, His cousin Jean was not at all happy at his time spent with Angie. It made Tony think of what Chrissie had said to him the day before. Tony had to agree to himself that her behaviour was more like a jealous wife than a cousin. But, he knew she cared about him, but every time they talked, her mind and her conversation drifted back to Rolf and there was no doubt in Tony’s mind that she was concerned about him

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Chapter 3
Rolf Defects

Oberleutnant Rolf Steiger was a very troubled young man, in his mind was a well founded fear that the Gestapo would take him, and his family, because his cousin Tony had defected to Germany, and then returned to England. Tony was now strongly suspected, and now being labeled as having been a spy. There was no doubt that he had made utter fools of the Nazi regime, and that he had personally hoodwinked Hitler, and the Nazi hierarchy, and the whole of the Third Reich while he had been in Germany. Rolf knew that the Nazi party would not forget and forgive, they had to make someone pay, they had lost face so badly, and Elizabeth Tony’s ex fiancé, and a favourite niece of Hitler’s, had come after dark one evening at great risk to herself, and warned his Grandmother that there was a good chance they would soon be arrested as retribution for Tony‘s defection.

It seemed from the conversation, that Elizabeth had been very much in love with Tony, and was heartbroken at losing him. Being a favourite niece of Hitler gave her some degree of immunity from Gestapo retribution. She told them, that the Colonel who had first cleared Tony in Belgium, and the local Gestapo officers in Belgium had been called back to Berlin to face questioning and possible punishment.

Rolf knew there were lots of rumours being circulated about the concentration camps, and the way they treated their prisoners, so much so that Rolf knew he had good cause to worry about his family and himself. He was more concerned over his Grandmother. She hated the Nazis, and it took all the family to try and convince her to keep quiet, or she would face arrest.

They all feared that a neighbour might betray her to the Gestapo. The fact that he was a serving pilot and officer in the Luftwaffe was no protection for him. He was not a member of the Nazi party like some of his fellow officers, but like everyone in Nazi Germany they all had to toe the line. Every squadron had a party informer, who would not fail to report back if they uttered a single word of anti -Nazi feelings

His grandmother had said in despair, just the evening before “What can we do, there is nowhere we can to run to, and if mein liebchen you can possibly get away you must look after yourself. Go and join Tony and make a new life if you can.” But Rolf knew at the time there seemed no way out for any of them. Even for him, it was not easy to just steal a plane and fly away. Fuel was in short supply, as the bombing had targeted the railway lines and the fuel storage depots.

The war was gradually turning against Germany, food was now being rationed, petrol was ins short supply, and the RAF was now visiting Berlin and other cities regularly. The RAF were becoming bolder, and the raids were becoming more devastating, as their aircraft numbers increased. The Americans were entering the war, and their raids were now almost every day, and were causing havoc, despite the heavy losses the Luftwaffe were inflicting on them They RAF had the new Lancaster planes with a longer range, and were now venturing deeper into the heart of Germany, on their nightly bombing raids. He knew that many of his comrades were now quietly despondent about the outcome of the war, and thinking about a possible defeat, but no-one dare say it out loud. There was no doubt in most peoples minds that now the Americans had come to Europe in real numbers, things were getting much worse for them.

His Grandmother had encouraged him to get out for the evening, and enjoy himself. He reluctantly did as his grandmother told him. Having met Trudi, it had done him good. Rolf was very anxious, not only about his family, but enjoying himself with a married woman. They had met in the bar of the officers club not far from his Grandmothers house in Berlin. He was feeling very anxious about his family, and was a bit down and his knew his Grandmother was obviously extremely worried. Trudi had made him forget his worries for a while.

His Grandmother had obviously wanted him away from the house, in case they came, hoping that he would not be involved. He had gone to the club early knowing full well that the Tommy’s would probably be raiding the city again tonight.

That was where he had met the glamorous Trudi in the bar, and he gathered that she had been employed as a hostess. She had approached him with a big smile and introduced herself.
"I'm Trudi by the way. Trudi Reidel."
"Hi Trudi I'm Rolf."
After a few drinks, and some conversation he felt himself being very attracted to her. Her perfume was exotic, and she was a tall shapely blonde, with a lovely figure and quite sexy. As they talked she moved closer to him on the seat, and soon Tony was feeling quite horny, a couple of dances to records, and the feel of her breasts against his body as they danced close together, did nothing to stop his manhood from rising.

Trudi turned to him and told him.” Look Rolf I am married, and my husband was or is on the Russian front, but he is now missing presumed dead. So honey I have to find a way to make a living.”
Just then the air raid warning was heard wailing, and the lights dimmed and Trudi had turned to him and said. ”Mein liebchen you can come home with me if you like, there will be nothing here for me tonight, and if you want to make love to me, perhaps you could see your way clear to making a small financial gift to me.”

Rolf agreed and she fetched her coat, they walked out into the night. The searchlights were flashing across the sky in the distance. They could see anti-aircraft fire weaving across the sky. There was a few clouds and Rolf knew that if they could not see their target they would drop their bombs anywhere they could.

He knew that the RAF did not do too much damage, as they aimed at munitions factories, and marshalling yards, but it was largely psychological so far. but enough to be a nuisance and cause certain shortages. Walking back to her house slowly, her arm tucked in his they soon arrived at her home.

The Luftwaffe was not having a lot of success against the RAF during night raids, as night fighting was completely new to them, and they had to watch that they were not caught by their own flak, there seemed to be a total loss of co-ordination between fighter command and the local anti aircraft gunners at the present time, most of the AA gunners were past military age, as most of the younger men were now serving on the Russian front

She told him that she shared the house with a girl friend who worked nights at the Bahnhoff, which was much better than working in a dreary munitions factory. At home she wasted no time as she walked straight to the bedroom. Turning in the doorway she held out her hand and said :Kom mein liebchen “ Rolf was not slow in joining her, he watched, as her short dress started to ride up her thighs and he could see the material was delicately placed just over the cleft of her ass, so that he was treated to a full view. Once again his cock started to grow hard in his trousers.

She gave him a sexy smile, and standing front of the mirror she did her hair into a ponytail. She used one of the hair bands on her wrist to tie her hair. Rolf was speechless. She turned and walked towards him, and wrapped her arms round his neck, she pulled his head down, and she stuck her tongue in his mouth and French kissed him.

"Mein liebchen no talking of the war, let the war stay outside, and let us enjoy our short time together as she spoke she was undoing his tunic, followed quickly by his trouser belt and his shirt. then she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her dress splayed open and he caught a quick glimpse of her breasts. The nipples looked as hard as football studs.

She pulled his trousers down to release his cock which was straining against his underpants. With a short, swift motion she yanked his underwear down around his ankles. His cock now bounded out and stood to attention.
"Mmmm," she said. "Looks good enough to eat."
Trudi then licked the palm of her right hand and started to stroke his cock. After pumping it for a few seconds she brought it up to her mouth. Rolf almost came in her throat right there as the warm sensation of her mouth filled his cock. She kept pumping his cock into her mouth as she sucked it. His cock was ramming into the back of her throat so hard, he could feel his balls tense up as she deep throated his cock and made herself gag.

Mmmm" she groaned as his cock filled her mouth. In minutes Rolf was on the verge of shooting his load. As if sensing it, she took his cock out of her mouth and looked up at him with a luvly smile..

"Are you ready for me Rolf, do you want to fuck me now <mein liebchen Rolf?"
"Uh-huh," was all he could reply. She stood up and took her dress off. Rolf could see the dark strip of fluff on her pussy. The dress fell around her feet and she walked over to the bed. She climbed on top of it on her hands and knees, then looked over her shoulder at me.

"Are you going to join me Rolf liebchen ?" she asked.
Rolf walked over to her and climbed onto the bed.
Trudi lifted her buttocks in the air as her face rested on the bedclothes.
Rolf grabbed his hard cock and moved it up to her pussy lips. She moaned as he rubbed it over her pussy. He slowly slid the head of his cock inside her as she gasped in delight. After a few seconds he plunged deeper inside her, until his balls rested against her buttocks.
"Ohhhh that feels lovely Rolf," she said.
As he fucked her harder he saw her pussy juice dripping onto the bedclothes. Rolf grabbed her hips and thrust harder. She was moaning in ecstasy.

"Ohhh Ja mein liebchen.”
"Trudi I'm going to cum."
As Rolf was preparing to thrust into her for the final time she pulled away.

His cum spurted all over her face. There was a big glob in her left eyeball, which she didn't seem to mind. His cum rolled down her face like tears as she took his cock in her mouth one more time and sucked it clean.

Just as Rolf was almost dressed there was a loud banging on the front door. She opened the window and shouted to the men below after a shouted reply, turning to Rolf she whispered. “It is the Gestapo, they are after you? ” Rolf dropped a bundle of money on the bed, while she went downstairs to answer the door taking as much time as possible, Rolf could hear her arguing with the Gestapo officers. He finished dressing quickly, as Trudi was protesting vocally to someone that he had left her outside the club. Then her heard her cry out, and the sound of a thud as someone hit her in the face. Rolf knew their was only one way out and that was through the window.

He quickly threw the bedclothes over the bed, and shook the pillow, to make it look as though he had not been there, while he heard people searching the downstairs of the house. He opened the bedroom window and he dropped out of the window on to the soft garden Looking up he could see that the window had shut itself in the light breeze.

He ran almost all the way back to his Grandmothers house, trying to make sure that he was not seen, by using the back streets as much as possible. He could see the front door was smashed in, and the house was empty. There was a crowd standing outside quietly talking, and a friendly neighbor seeing him, told him that they had taken away his Grandmother and Grandfather and the rest of the family in the house, and they were looking for him and the rest of the family.

Fortunately his motorcycle was in that neighbours outhouse, with his leather jacket, and he was soon mounted up and riding through the night, not knowing where else to go, he was soon on his way back to his base, most people were in the air raid shelters or asleep, so the roads were fairly clear. His mind was very troubled, and he did not know what he could do

When the war had come he had been conscripted into the Luftwaffe, and soon became a good ME 109 fighter pilot. He had been on several missions across the channel as escort for the bombers, but he had just spent three months on the Russian front. He had been in many dogfights and had two kills to his credit, but he was glad that he had not been in action against the RAF. He knew England well, having spent many holidays there and he was fond of Tony and Jean and their many English friends.

His squadron had suffered heavy losses on the Russian front, and now they were back in Germany to pick up replacement pilots, and new aircraft. He knew that in the Battle of Britain Herr Goering had been baffled by the numbers of Spitfires that had always seemed to be waiting for them. They could only conclude that the RAF had many more planes than their spies had reported. The numbers of pilots that did not return from bombing missions over England had been frightening.

All these thoughts were running through his head as he headed North on his motorbike back to his station nr Rheydt. He did not know what he could do. Or whether he would just have to submit to arrest. His own plane was in the workshop, and was not able to fly while under repair. But he knew he could not just grab a plane and take off, but lady luck was on his side.

A distance from the airfield he could see that their was a raid in progress As he arrived at the gates of the station, it was still in darkness, apart from a number of planes on fire and a burning fuel tank lighting up the field. The RAF had been strafing the runway. But some planes were still managing to get airborne. The scene was total chaos and the ground crews were working hard at putting out fires all over the field, especially at the large fuel storage depot.

Many pilots were attempting frantically to reach their planes, to get airborne, as he entered the station, he noticed that one plane about a hundred metres away from where he had dropped his bike was warming up, the pilot was known to him but he was obviously wounded. He collapsed quite near the plane, obviously unfit to fly. His ground crew were all round him trying to help him.

Rolf ran to the plane. He shouted to the mechanic. “Get an ambulance for him, I will take his place.” Not waiting for a reply he had jumped into the cockpit, the mechanics standing by, helped to strap him in, and soon he was hurtling down the runway, and was soon airborne.

At first he was not clear in his mind what he intended, but he knew he had to get away, and then looking down at his fuel gauge, it was almost half full. He realised he was lucky, and with a bit of luck he had enough fuel and could make the English coast.

The station controller was calling for him, to respond and identify himself, but he deliberately switched the radio off, and kept flying low, hedge hopping. It was just getting light by the time he reached the Dutch coast, he somehow had managed to eventually cross the English coast between Portsmouth and Southampton skirting the Isle of Wight as a few machine gun shots came up to meet him. Rolf remembered that just before the war, there was an RAF station at Fordingbridge, he planned to make for that, as it was only a few miles inland from the coast, but as he flew across the New Forest two Hurricanes fighter planes swooped from the cloud cover, and latched on to him, his plane was hit by a burst of cannon fire, his plane had been hit, and was losing oil, but he was still flying. He took a white handkerchief from his pocket and pulling his hood back managed to wave the handkerchief at the approaching RAF planes as they came in for another attack.

He pointed down to the ground and to his relief the two Hurricane pilots
seemed to understand what he was trying to do. They took station abreast of him on either side. He kept flying straight, and the RAF planes stayed with him one on each flank. His engine was beginning to misfire badly and he was desperately looking for a piece of flat ground to put the plane down.

Passing over Ringwood he lowered his undercarriage, and started to lose height, as he knew he was nearly at the RAF station at Fordingbridge. He just hoped it was still there, and he could make it. Within minutes the runway suddenly came into sight. He managed to put the plane down safely on the runway.. He taxied slowly towards the buildings at the edge of the air field and stopped. The Hurricanes landed just behind him.

Within minutes he was surrounded by a squad of men from the RAF regiment ominously pointing rifles at him, as he carefully left the cockpit holding his arms up high, and showing that he was not wearing a flying suit, just his uniform and leather jacket showing that he was not armed.

All of a sudden he felt an overwhelming sense of relief. He had made it. To his surprise he was taken into a room and he was offered a cup of tea. A Wing Commander came into the room and he stood up and saluted.
The Wing Commander introduced himself as Wing Commander Dawson and he asked. “Do you speak English?”
Rolf re-assured him that he could, and briefly explained that he was related to Commander Tony Nash, and that he had defected from Germany to avoid being arrested by the Gestapo. He explained how he had seen his family being arrested, and luck had been with him as the RAF raid had given him a chance to seize a plane from a wounded pilot and get airborne.

He did ask the Wing Commander to ensure that his defection was not made public, as it would kill any last chance his family had of surviving, that is if they had any chance at all.

The Wing Commander had his wits about him, and called a staff Sergeant into the room. ”Get that ME 109 covered, and into a hanger pronto and warn any ground staff not to talk about it.”

Eventually the Wing Commander said “Well son you will have to be confined as a Prisoner of War at least for the time being, but I am sure something can be arranged to contact Commander Nash for you. But the Military Police will soon be here for you.”

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A few days later Tony was abruptly called to the Admiralty. The crimson ribbon of the Victoria Cross stood out on his relatively new uniform, and attracted much respect and many courtesy salutes as he left his taxi, and walked the last few yards to the Admiralty. To Tony being back in uniform felt strange after so many weeks being allowed to wear civilian clothes,

Tony was hoping this visit was about a new appointment, he desperately wanted a seagoing appointment. He knew that he was not going to be given a job commanding a submarine, as he was too senior, but he hoped that some other appointment could be found for him. He felt he was not cut out to be happy in a desk job and he knew he had a hard fight ahead of him to convince his seniors.

In the taxi Tony had gazed in amazement at the scarred streets of London. They had to make two detours to avoid bomb damage. He was amazed at the variety and complexity of uniforms now walking the London streets. It had been some months since he had been in the city proper. and he could see that the nightly bombing had taken a heavy toll.

Tony arrived at the Admiralty, and after a short wait was taken to see the Second Sea Lord... He shook Tony by the hand and congratulated him on his survival. Like many others, he was very interested in his impressions of Adolf Hitler and his cohorts.

After he had been there for about ten minutes. He went on to say. "I am afraid that I have some good news, and some bad news. First of all we have eventually had final confirmation that your friend Janine did die from gunshot wounds, helping you escape. Apparently she got caught in the same hail of bullets that cut you down."
Tony had already had that news when he was in hospital, but then he had been told that they were seeking confirmation. But in his heart, he had always known that her death could was distinct possibility. It was a far better end for her, than ending up in a concentration camp, or in the hands of the Gestapo.

"She was a very brave woman and is being considered for a posthumous bravery award by the Free French. Which brings me to the good news? You are being awarded the Distinguished Service Order, for your part in that futile operation. This is a very rare occurrence but the powers that be, consider that it is a just reward for your heroism in going into enemy territory, and returning alive. A lot of the information that you brought back was very useful and very informative."

"Now your appointment. You will not get a seagoing appointment until the end of hostilities in Europe for your own safety, and for the sake of national morale. You must realise, that your death or capture would be a massive boost to German morale.

You made a monkey out of them, and they have not even officially announced your defection to the German people as yet. Now to your new appointment, and once again I can not stress the need for secrecy. I can only give you the bare bones, your commanding officer will fill you in when you report for duty. Meanwhile I am afraid that you will continue to be kept under secret service protection for the time being, at least while you finish your leave. In a way you are doing a good job, as you are encouraging enemy agents to break cover. Your death is a top priority for the Nazis."
But I expect you realise that most of this information could have been sent to you at home, however Mr. Broughton is going to take you to Paddington Green Police Station, as we want you to identify a German airman who has defected.

Tony’s head was in a whirl as he left the Admiralty as he considered what he had been told. He was bitterly disappointed over his forthcoming appointment, In the car with Mr. Broughton told him. This officer has defected, and he claims to know you. He has been closely interrogated and much of what he has told us matches information in your personal records.

Entering a room at the Police Station Tony was surprised to meet Rolf still in Luftwaffe uniform. As they embraced and broke into German Rolf told him how he had arrived, and the reasons for his defection. He told Tony “I am very happy with the way I have been treated here, but I will not fight against my own people, nor will I divulge any information that will lead to their deaths. If however, any information I have, can bring down the Nazi party, or if I can fill a non-combat role to help end the war I will do so. They talked for a long time and Mr. Broughton said. “Well I am satisfied that he is your cousin, but if he goes to POW camp he will be executed by the Nazi hardliners in the camp. I do have an alternative suggestion, which I will discuss with you later, but I do have to go to the very top to get permission.

Later Mr. Broughton said. “My idea is simply this I think that if he will give his parole, he could be released into your Cousins custody under an assumed identity to work on the farm. He will be checked by the Police daily, and he will not be allowed to leave the farm until after the end of hostilities.”

Tony thought that the idea was a good one. Then Mr. Broughton went on to say. “At the end of hostilities we are considering you for a role in the occupying forces in Germany, where your knowledge of the people and country will be invaluable. We wondered whether Rolf would be willing to work with you in that capacity.”

Tony said. ”It is a good idea, but let us wait until the war is ended then we can ask him.“

Mr. Broughton then went on “We now have the problem of your security We have arranged that you should be billeted for the next few days with Admiral Tranter and his wife who is one of Churchill’s whizz kids. We can not put you in a hotel for your own safety, but the Admirals house is very secure, and you can be brought into the city by car if you are needed. Meanwhile you can enjoy London. Once we have a decision on Rolf you can go home and finish your leave.”

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The Admirals house was well appointed, and was located in the consular area of London, which made it a little safer than probably anywhere else. Tony was greeted by the Admirals wife Sally, who was obviously many years younger than her husband. Sally was a very pretty petite blonde, whose father was one of the Sea Lords, and it was obvious that her husbands rapid promotion, had benefitted from her marriage to him.

However, Tony thought that she seemed a little depressed, but he assumed, that it was due to the fact that her husband had let the moths out of his wallet, and was hosting a party for his staff and Senior Officers that evening. But Sally’s disgust, was due to the fact that all the arrangements were being taken care of by her husbands mistress, a First Officer in the WRNS who acted as his Secretary. She told him it was her home, and it seemed an insult to her that he should use that woman to take her place in her home

Tony agreed buy then he remembered that he had rumours of the relationship between the Admiral and his Secretary, even before he went to Germany, but it seemed that they were a very clever couple and no-one had obtained actual proof of any sexual relationship.

Sally he realised, was really a bored and much ignored housewife, in fact she enjoyed the idea of having Tony stay with them. His exploits had been headline news, and the fact that they had been warned about his security did not worry her. It was a change from her boring life and he was a very personable young man. Seeing him put an idea into her head.

When she met Tony, she had a few moments before his arrival received a telephone call from a private detective, who had now claimed he had got absolute and indisputable proof of her husbands infidelity.

Tony’s room was comfortable and he sat down to read a newspaper, and listen to the radio news, when Sally interrupted him by entering with a tea tray and two cups. Having pulled herself out of her depression she came to have a chat with Tony, and to ensure that he was invited to the party that evening.

She pressed Tony to attend. “That slut has taken over the running of the party. I do not know any of his staff, as I am never included in any of his office functions, so I need you to help support me please Tony.”

That evening true to her forecast, it was her husbands mistress who stood and received the guests, despite Sally’ did attempt to join the receiving line, but she was quietly rebuffed, and so when she joined Tony, she was a very angry woman. She danced with him, and she made sure they danced closer together than a married woman should with a comparative stranger and was rewarded with a few angry glances from her husband.

Her husband had the temerity to send his Flag Lieutenant to tell his wife to be a little more discreet in her behaviour. Sally told the Flag Lieutenant to tell he husband to “Get stuffed”

Tony was known to a lot of the guests who during the evening came and chatted with him, and Tony always made a point of introducing Sally, when the opportunity arose. Her husbands attitude towards Sally, was not welcomed by some of the guests, and they obviously felt embarrassed, but as the evening wore on she hooked her arm in Tony’s and danced with him exclusively. Tony could see that her husband was getting angry although there was not much he could do about it. He tried his best to get her to be a little more discreet - but to no avail.

As the evening wore on, he was enjoying Sally’s company, but later as Tony stood alone while Sally made a brief foray to the ladies room, he decided for the sake of discretion to give his apologies to Sally and retire to his room. But when Sally having returned suggested they take their drinks outside onto the blacked out terrace room, together they sat in the dark and talked.

They talked for a long time, and Sally drank quite heavily. She talked a lot about her childhood, and her marriage, and she became quite maudlin. The party was about to break up when the Admiral came to find his wife. He told his wife that their was a bit of an operation on back at the office, and the Prime Minister wanted him on hand, so he was going to bunk down their for the rest of the night. Sally did not respond but turned her head away when he tried to kiss her.

“He’s going to the nearest fucking hotel to shag his tart.” She said bitterly. “I now have the proof and I’m leaving him tomorrow, and going back to my parents. I have never really loved him like a girl should, and being with you tonight, has shown me that there is more to life than being a bloody Admirals wife, despite what my father thinks.

Come Tony I’ve had enough, the stewards will clean up. Tony helped a slightly wobbly Sally up the stairs, and he was about to say goodnight, when she turned and put her face up to be kissed.
Then she said. “I’m pissed, and when I am pissed I get very randy, and when I am randy I try and grab the nearest young man to satisfy my lust.”

A few minutes later lying in bed. Sally looked down at him. "Do you really like me Tony?" she whispered,
"Sally, I think you are absolutely gorgeous," Tony managed to splutter.
She burst into tears, and leaned over and started to kiss him
"Oh, Tony, I am so lonely.”
“Oh Sally dear I wish I could say or do something to help you.”
“You are Tony dear - you just being here is helping me enormously.” Sally reached down, and pulled his head up to give him a long passionate kiss.

Their kisses were soft and passionate at first, then they became more hungry and demanding. Their tongues explored each others mouth, as they lay locked together, their naked bodies pushing against each other as they both enjoyed their first bodily contact, and Tony’s cock having a mind of its own, slid between her legs to rub gently against her warm wet pussy lips.

Tony moaned softly, and ran his hands down her bare, smooth back, moving his hands down over her buttocks. Sally draped a leg over his hip, opening her body for him to explore .

Her pussy was moist and leaking, her juices coating his cock. Tony inserted a finger into her pussy, as he gently searched for her clitoris. Sally moaned happily into his mouth as his finger explored gently, giving her an exploratory finger fuck.