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It would be like stuffing yourself with cake then feeling sick afterwards. Every woman he had been with had given themselves freely, and part of the pleasure was in the chase. Quickly brushing his wife, Anna, to the back of his mind, he suddenly remembered his seventeenth birthday. Irme Kohl, at the time, was twenty nine years old and lived a few doors down the Frankfurtstrasse, in Offenbach, in a flat above a butcher’s shop. While her husband worked, Irme busied herself with housework. Irme met Heinrich on the afternoon of his seventeenth birthday walking down the busy street as she was coming home from the market. He wore the new jumper his mother had knitted, and Irme complimented him on how handsome he looked in it. 
    ‘I have a little something for you, too, Heini,’ she had smiled.
    Heinrich innocently went up into her parlour where she stood, her wet lips pouting. Then she kissed him. He felt the kiss travel down through to his stomach into his trousers where an erection began to unfurl, but as she took her lips away he shoved his mouth against hers again, liking what was happening to him. She continued smiling and as she led him into the bedroom, a grin began to creep over his face.
    ‘Are you still a virgin, Heini?’ she asked.
    He just nodded. His state of being unsullied, as his mother called it, was not through want of trying. He had fondled and touched a few girls, but that’s as far as he ever got. They wouldn’t even bring him off by masturbating him, but that afternoon he learned more about life and love-making than any book could teach.
    Izzy now took a ball from her pocket and threw it up the beach for her dog to chase. They both stood watching, wanting the chance meeting to reach another level, but not knowing how, so an awkwardness prevailed until Izzy demanded, ‘Drop it,’ as the dog brought the ball back to instantly release it from its clenched jaws.
    ‘He is well trained?’ Heinrich commented as he watched the dog place the ball at her feet.
    ‘He always does as I say,’ Izzy remarked again as she picked up the ball. ‘I have to go,’ she said, taking one last draw on the cigarette to drop in onto the sand.
    Heinrich caught a glimpse of her legs as a gust of wind billowed her skirt. They were slim, bare, and milky white. An urge to protect her now filled his belly, her legs reminding him of his own daughter’s legs, their whiteness showing an innocence, a naiveté. And although she was a married woman she seemed to Heinrich to lack a woman’s experience: appearing almost girlish: virgin-like. As he looked into her eyes again he wanted to take her and show her the things Irme had taught him.
    The dog whined.
    ‘May I?’ Heinrich asked, holding out his hand for the ball.
    As Izzy gave him the ball their fingers lightly touched. He quickly threw the ball. It went twice as far up the beach than it had done before, which seemed to please Izzy as she smiled.  
    Heinrich wanted to touch her: feel her smooth skin. He daren’t, he might scare her away, probably forever, and although she seemed at ease in his company, Heinrich didn’t trust the dog. He had to build up that trust and that would take time. And time was something he had plenty of lately.
    ‘It is my birthday today,’ he suddenly said.
    Izzy looked up at him. ‘How old are you?’
    ‘My mother told me never to divulge my age to strangers.’
    Izzy laughed. ‘That’s what women are supposed to do,’ she said.
    ‘I am thirty six today,’ he smiled.
    ‘Haben sie ein gutes Geburstag,’ she said.
    ‘Vielen dank. You are the first person to wish me Happy Birthday.’
    Izzy looked away. ‘I really do have to go,’ she said.
    Heinrich desperately wanted her to stay. ‘Will you be down here tomorrow?’ he asked.
    ‘That depends.’
    He knew it depended on him. ‘May I come and talk with you again?’ he asked.
    ‘Maybe.’
    ‘What’s your name?’
    ‘Isabelle Rouchon, but everyone calls me Izzy. What’s