To understand it you had to have lived some, to have suffered some from bitter heartbreak and a failed marriage and from the way life always tries to ...knock you down every time you stand up. She had always loved this song, that’s why she had chosen it that other night, but after that first night it had become Samy. Now, she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself as she began to move with the music, it filled her, the words burned into her soul and lifted her. Music had always been. Dark alleyways led off the street he walked down. He was going past a slatternly looking tavern. Clair was hungry as well as sulky by now and this place looked as if there was little chance that any of the Generals he was obliged to work with would turn up in it. Reluctantly he admitted that his bad temper would only be worsened by hunger and that he ought to try to be less angry. He strolled over, his lazy sexy stride and the quality of his clothes and weaponry attracting curious looks from. When I see that you're lying next to me trying to pleasure yourself my palm strikes your ass, causing your legs to close suddenly and crush your hand a little. The instant of short,sharp pain ends the dream and kills the kind, caring stranger to bring you back into the real world where only I'm waiting for you. And you know that I want to use your body. You try to fall back asleep again, retreating into pillow in search of the dream but I'm not having it. Slap. Harder this time. My hand leaves. " Did he make it?"“Well, the Yanks arrested him, and I'll speak for him if he's put on trial. He detested the Nazis but his family connections kept him pretty safe. I hope he's all right.” I inhaled deeply and released the breath like a sigh. “The Gestapo wanted me shot the moment I was captured and it's thanks to him that I'm still alive."At the cemetery, we knelt beside the graves of my parents. They were well kept, a posy of fresh flowers on each. I stayed, deep in thought, until my wife.