"I'll get it honey, you stay here and enjoy the sun." I busied myself with the work on the kitchen window to avoid being detected by the mother. Sh...e rushed in and picked up the phone as it rang again. She had a short conversation with what I presumed was her husband. She seemed upset that he'd be late coming home but ended the conversation with an "I love you,' and hung up. I tried to be very busy hoping she would depart as I wanted to look at Britt sunning herself. I was putting tools. It fills my nostrils and makes my heart beat even faster. My hands go to her waist, then slowly glide up her sides until my fingers are just under her ample breasts. They gently caress the bottom of her breasts as I hear her gasp. I cup them in my hands, feeling the weight and firmness.I slowly move my hands down along her hips and across the front of her thighs, then up to her firm belly. I pull her tight to me as I gently kiss her neck, my hot breath caressing her. Her breasts are heaving. “OK.”I opened the envelope while the farmer was getting the paperwork. Inside were a pound and a ten shilling note. I now had a whole five pounds.In the kitchen his wife produced tea, scones, butter, jam and clotted cream while we filled out the paperwork to transfer the car. The scones were delicious. My enjoyment was obvious and she pressed more on me.I looked at the clock. It was half past ten. Even if I left now I might not reach Exeter in time for the last train to London. I said so.“You. Someone had thought quickly, and had tossed rope out to some of the men. That side had more survivors. It was still but a fraction, compared to how many had been lost. What a waste of life. What monumental stupidity on the part of the organizers of this mess.By this time, evening had fallen. The men rescued were taken to the town, and given food and drink. Blankets were passed out, but no one had extra clothes to spare for them. We had not many survivors on our side of the river. Of course, the.