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yours?’
‘Heinrich Beckmann.’
‘Be seeing you,’ and she walked off with her dog trotting obediently by her left leg.
As he watched her walk away Heinrich was left wondering why he’d not yelled verboten in her ear, or asked to see her papers, or arrested her for being somewhere she was not supposed to be. Analysing his resistance to the set procedures he wondered no more. He knew.
Chapter Eight
For the following few days Heinrich wrestled with the idea that perhaps he should not make any attempt to forge a relationship with the woman, even though the thought of touching her, she touching him: kissing her, she kissing him: fucking her, and she responding, eventually won the battle over his un-decisiveness to go down to the beach. Try as he may, in the end he just couldn’t get her out of his head. She stayed there not only like a pebble in his boot, but she had become that constant ache in his groin, the sort he had to soothe when alone in his bed. He couldn’t bear it any longer, he had to go down to the beach again.
Izzy, too, was wondering if she shouldn’t have led him on; let him think he had a chance. For the past three years she’d been celibate, pleasuring herself while thoughts of her husband drifted through her head. Her husband, though, perhaps wouldn’t save himself for her. Perhaps he would meet someone else whilst he was in England. At least he wouldn’t have the dilemma of wondering whether or not he should be consorting with the enemy. But Izzy had been surrounded by elderly men these past years, and the only young, handsome males she had come across, were German. And numerous other women, incarcerated on the island, had eventually succumbed. The need for male, or female company, went beyond racial boundaries.
Heinrich stood on the beach thinking if she doesn’t appear within the next twenty minutes he would leave: it would be a sign. He lit a cigarette and stared out to sea. It was a cold, fresh, blustery day, and the sea spray licked his face as it hung in the air, blown ashore by the strong wind and incoming tide. He was half-way through his smoke when he heard the dog barking. He turned to see Izzy coming down the rocky path from the cliff top to access the beach. Her dog bounded towards him. He stood stock-still until Izzy was within a few yards.
‘Sit,’ she said to the dog, before lifting her head to look into Heinrich’s face.
Heinrich’s stomach fluttered, his groin began to stir. He couldn’t stop it, it was like being a teenager again where the connection between his brain and his cock had not yet fused, once again both appearing to be functioning independently.
‘Good morning,’ he smiled, showing a set of even white teeth.
‘Hello,’ Izzy replied, restricting her smile by keeping her lips together.
‘How are you?’ he asked.
‘I’m very well; you?’
‘Better now I’ve seen you again,’ he replied. What an idiot, he thought. He could have thought of something more mature to say.
Izzy knew he was flirting with her, and she liked it. On the other hand she had to let him know she wasn’t the sort of woman who would drop her knickers for the first man who tried to seduce her, and many had tried before.
‘I’ll bet you say that to all the women,’ she replied, feeling a little embarrassed by her stock retort. She, too, wished she’d thought of something less typical; something more original.
‘Not at all,’ he said, his smile becoming broader. ‘I save the flattery for women I find most irresistible. And you… You are the most charming of females I have met recently.’
‘We are both married,’ she said, noticing he wore his wedding band on the third finger of his right hand, as was German tradition.
Consciences were suddenly pricked.
‘And I am also the enemy,’ he replied looking down.
‘The rules that have been laid down by the authorities is, that we shouldn’t form romantic liaisons,’ Izzy commented.
‘Yes, I know.
‘Heinrich Beckmann.’
‘Be seeing you,’ and she walked off with her dog trotting obediently by her left leg.
As he watched her walk away Heinrich was left wondering why he’d not yelled verboten in her ear, or asked to see her papers, or arrested her for being somewhere she was not supposed to be. Analysing his resistance to the set procedures he wondered no more. He knew.
Chapter Eight
For the following few days Heinrich wrestled with the idea that perhaps he should not make any attempt to forge a relationship with the woman, even though the thought of touching her, she touching him: kissing her, she kissing him: fucking her, and she responding, eventually won the battle over his un-decisiveness to go down to the beach. Try as he may, in the end he just couldn’t get her out of his head. She stayed there not only like a pebble in his boot, but she had become that constant ache in his groin, the sort he had to soothe when alone in his bed. He couldn’t bear it any longer, he had to go down to the beach again.
Izzy, too, was wondering if she shouldn’t have led him on; let him think he had a chance. For the past three years she’d been celibate, pleasuring herself while thoughts of her husband drifted through her head. Her husband, though, perhaps wouldn’t save himself for her. Perhaps he would meet someone else whilst he was in England. At least he wouldn’t have the dilemma of wondering whether or not he should be consorting with the enemy. But Izzy had been surrounded by elderly men these past years, and the only young, handsome males she had come across, were German. And numerous other women, incarcerated on the island, had eventually succumbed. The need for male, or female company, went beyond racial boundaries.
Heinrich stood on the beach thinking if she doesn’t appear within the next twenty minutes he would leave: it would be a sign. He lit a cigarette and stared out to sea. It was a cold, fresh, blustery day, and the sea spray licked his face as it hung in the air, blown ashore by the strong wind and incoming tide. He was half-way through his smoke when he heard the dog barking. He turned to see Izzy coming down the rocky path from the cliff top to access the beach. Her dog bounded towards him. He stood stock-still until Izzy was within a few yards.
‘Sit,’ she said to the dog, before lifting her head to look into Heinrich’s face.
Heinrich’s stomach fluttered, his groin began to stir. He couldn’t stop it, it was like being a teenager again where the connection between his brain and his cock had not yet fused, once again both appearing to be functioning independently.
‘Good morning,’ he smiled, showing a set of even white teeth.
‘Hello,’ Izzy replied, restricting her smile by keeping her lips together.
‘How are you?’ he asked.
‘I’m very well; you?’
‘Better now I’ve seen you again,’ he replied. What an idiot, he thought. He could have thought of something more mature to say.
Izzy knew he was flirting with her, and she liked it. On the other hand she had to let him know she wasn’t the sort of woman who would drop her knickers for the first man who tried to seduce her, and many had tried before.
‘I’ll bet you say that to all the women,’ she replied, feeling a little embarrassed by her stock retort. She, too, wished she’d thought of something less typical; something more original.
‘Not at all,’ he said, his smile becoming broader. ‘I save the flattery for women I find most irresistible. And you… You are the most charming of females I have met recently.’
‘We are both married,’ she said, noticing he wore his wedding band on the third finger of his right hand, as was German tradition.
Consciences were suddenly pricked.
‘And I am also the enemy,’ he replied looking down.
‘The rules that have been laid down by the authorities is, that we shouldn’t form romantic liaisons,’ Izzy commented.
‘Yes, I know.
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