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After the meeting I was a little curious, and I spoke alone to the professor about the actions liable to be taken regarding the find of the code in the letters. He said "Probably initially nothing. As we have to be sure that the Germans are not running a type of double bluff. They must just be waiting for a reaction from us, to see how good we are at breaking their codes. You see if we reacted, and arrested the ringleaders, or put on obvious extra security, they would know that we had broken their code and tumbled to the plot as it were. So probably we do nothing obvious, but just remain on watch and be prepared in case it is not a test of some kind."
It was the beginning of April 1941 and although we were still getting plenty of night raids, they were shorter as the Luftwaffe needed to be back over France during daylight, otherwise they would be too good a target for our fighters. We were all glad at the short respite from the long winter nights, and the almost continuous raids that started at dusk.
I was beginning to see how complicated all this security business actually was. As the spring came and the nights grew lighter, I made an effort to go home at nights. The raids would not start until later and they had tended to switch many of the raids away from the East End dock areas to more lucrative targets Mandy made no fuss at all when I went to my mothers' bedroom and even did her best to keep our secret away from Beanie.
Increasingly I spent fewer nights with Heidi, and more with my mother and Beanie. Now we seemed to have a little more home life as the intensity and ferocity of the night attacks decreased and many people, especially school children who had been evacuated from London started drifting back to their homes in the city. Whole schools had been evacuated to country areas, but now the schools were being faced with a dilemma. A cousin of mine was at West Kensington High School which had been evacuated en masse to a small town in Wiltshire and had to share facilities with a local junior school. Her parents however decided to let her stay in safety rather than risk the raids again. But now the school faced a dilemma as children were drifting back to the parents and the school was split in two.
I was getting a little bored with the work, and I felt very lonely when Heidi was transferred to a high level intelligence unit outside London at a place called Bletchley Park. Sometimes Beanie would come up to town, and we would spend a night together, but it was increasingly hard as she was being required to work extra hours, as the factories were all out replacing equipment lost at Dunkirk. I was also faced with a question mark over my future, as I approached eighteen and I was due to be called up for the forces.
Activities were taking place round the country to raise funds for spitfires and women were knitting scarves and socks for the troops. The older men and women were digging for victory and the amount of home grown fruit and vegetables was gradually increasing. Many families were increasing their own food supply by growing their own fruit and vegetables. Small boys and their fathers bred rabbits for slaughter at 1/6d a pound to be sold through local butchers shops, and for which they would receive a receipt and could claim a bran ration to feed their bunnies.
It was April 15th when we had received the sad news that both my father and Beanies father had been killed at Tobruk. My mother was devastated, and I had three days off work to be with them. What made the whole event much worse was that there could be no funeral, and no proper grieving. Beanie and I spent our first night together. She cried herself to sleep in my arms, as far as I knew Mandy spent the night with mother
While I was at home we had agreed that Beanie and I would be married as soon as I was eighteen, and before I was called up for the army. Both our mothers gave their wholehearted approval. We were delighted, and I was looking forward to a married life with Beanie. We seemed so well suited. My thoughts were turning towards where we were going to live and I was actively considering various options.
London at this time was packed with troops and fair mixtures of foreign uniforms from the Commonwealth and Europe were to be seen throughout the City. Many of the uniforms were from troops who had escaped the German invasion of their country after Dunkirk The ships somehow managed to keep going, and although the U Boats were obviously winning the war at sea, yet there was an undoubted air of optimism running through the nation as little trickles of optimistic news began to trickle through and the country was recovering from Dunkirk. The Germans were losing more aircraft and the RAF was now making more raids over occupied Europe. We were beginning to hit back at last...
It was on November 5th traditionally Guy Fawkes night when tragedy struck again. It was dark at about 4.00pm and I was staying in the City and did not go home. A land mine demolished our street in East London and my mother my sister and my beloved Beanie together with her mother and her grandparents were all killed. The local police knowing where I worked, phoned the news through to the Professor. I was stunned, in such a short period I had lost all my family and there could be no funeral for any of them either.
There was no point in having time off, my main feeling of loss was for Beanie. I had really fallen in love with her. I just saw my mother and Mandy as two people I had picked up on the way. My real mother was in my memory, and in my past before my transformation to this present life. However, realism set in, and I knew I now had to find a home of some kind. I was relatively well paid and I had plenty of offers of a room from my colleagues in the office, but I wanted independence.
The work in the office was increasing, and we were getting a gradual increase of staff but it was very hard to keep pace. Increasingly, I chose to get away from the office for meal breaks and most of us visited Carols Café. When I was at a loose end during the evenings I would spend the time at Carol's cafe. We were regular customers, and I would spend hours drinking wartime coffee. I got friendly with Carol. She told me that she came from Newry a town on the border of Southern Ireland, where all her family lived and she had gone to school.
I liked Carol; she was a typical Irish lass with lovely blue eyes, auburn hair and a lovely lilting Irish accent. I guessed that she was probably about 22 or 23 years old. She was always cheerful and very welcoming, and frequently she produced special offers of cake and items for us that were scarce. When we asked her where she got them from she would tap the side of her nose and say something like "Don't looks a gift horse in the mouth." or, "ask no questions and hear no lies." and she would sweep away into the kitchen. I had always thought she was a very precocious young lady, but god, she was damn sexy. In many ways she reminded me of my lost Beanie.
It was always our custom when any of us from the office went into the café for a break and a chat to sit at one of the special tables against the wall. They always had a few flowers on them and nice printed menu's, I was sure that she was doing this to look after her regular customers. Carol always kept a reserved notice on the tables which meant that we had three tables reserved for staff from the Ministry of Defence offices... It was no great loss to her, as it was extremely rare that she was that busy that all the tables were full.
When we thanked her for the special service she always gave us - she would reply something like "away with yerself are you not doing your bit to win the war, and getting little praise for it. I feels as though I be doing my bit by looking after you so I am."
I must admit that I fancied Carol, but thought I had little chance at my tender age of 17, but once again I was wrong. It all started one morning when I went for a quick cup of coffee away from the pressure of the office. When Carol served me, I was the only customer, and that day she had hired a young girl who she introduced as Sandy to help her, so she made herself a cup of coffee and came and sat down with me.
"And how are you Tony my lad?"She asked. "I hear you are quite a hero for such a young chap and so you are."
"Oh it's a long story and not very interesting Carol." I replied, thinking initially she was talking about the capture of the airman.
I felt her legs rubbing against mine under the table and I quickly got the impression that she was coming on to me. Within five minutes and being very bold I had arranged that we should meet for a visit to the cinema later that evening after she had closed the café.
She was waiting for me and so we went along to a local cinema, and I can not remember what the film was. The lights had just gone down when I felt her hand undoing my fly buttons.
"Do you like me doing this to you?" she whispered as she fondled my very hard cock...
I was rather shocked at the speed of her actions. But nevertheless, I grabbed her; hugging her tight I gave her a long passionate kiss on her lips. I could smell her exotic perfume and the stickiness of her lipstick. But I did not object
''Does that answer your question? I asked, as I stopped to draw breath.
"My dharling bhoy, do you think now, we could get more comfortable in my apartment"?
"Just do your pants up and let's be away."
Within fifteen minutes and a short ride on the Central line to Notting Hill gate we were at Carols apartment. As we entered the door I grabbed her and kissed her. She broke away from my kiss, and within seconds she was naked and lying on the bed. A few seconds later and I had joined her...
I looked down at her. She was beautiful, she looked much younger with no clothes, just like a young teenager she was slim with a beautiful complexion, but her breasts were small and gave the impression that they were the breasts of a young girl and not a fully formed woman.
We kissed and fondled for a long time I stroked and sucked her breasts and her nipples and she started kissing down my body. She started working her way down my body. Carol started running her tongue over my cock. "Hmmm," she said. "I thought that you were bigger than most when I felt you in the cinema and I am right my dharling boy."
I smiled at her, "Too big perhaps for you Carol dear, and you want to go back to the cinema?"
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