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 My Three Brides

   Part 4

   Summer '75

   Once the weather turned nice Stan was itching to get back out in the
sunshine.  In the spring he had gone with some of his buddies to Austria
and had fun touring there.  Now he had other ideas of the kind of fun he
wanted.  He stopped by the PX and picked up some condoms in case the ones
from last year were not there or were no good.  He went out by the lake and
he was swimming in the nude when someone came up behind him.  Arms were
thrown around his waist and he was tackled knocking him down in the water.
A body fell on his.  But it was a light one.  He got free and rose above
the water, he looked to see his attacker.  It was Gretchen.  He was happy
it was her and not someone else.  He was also glad that it was her, because
he could hook up with her sister and her friend.  He would have some use
for those condoms.

   "Where have you been?  I have been looking for the last few weeks," she
told him, her English improving.

   "Well, you know, I owe my soul to the army.  I have to do what they say,
but this is the first chance I've had when the weather is nice to come out
here.  Where are Olivia and Brigetta?"

   "They are not here.  They are in the village.  They have boyfriends."

   "What about you?  Do you have a boyfriend?"

   "No, but you can be my boyfriend if you want," she said in a lowered
voice, in English hoping that between the voice and the language, others
wouldn't know what she was saying."Do you want to go to the cabin?"She
asked with a sly grin.

   He nodded, "Let me get my things and I will meet you there." He went
off in one direction and she in another but they met a little ways into the
forest.  They strolled to the cabin.  As they did he asked her about her
school year, and why she didn't have a boyfriend.  School to her was
boring, but something she needed to do.  He agreed his work with the army
was just the same.

   "So why don't you have a boyfriend?" he asked as they approached the
cabin.

   "The boys from school are silly little things.  You are so mature and
handsome.  You know how to do things to me that the boys don't know how to
do."

   "How do you know they don't know how to do them if you don't have a
boyfriend?"

   "Brigetta and Olivia talk all the time about their boyfriends.  They say
that they are not anywhere near as good as you."

   "So why do they have them?"

   "Because you are not around during the year, the boys are.  They take
them to various things, like the Christmas festival or to other things at
the school.  It makes them more popular at school."

   "Why don't you have one?  Maybe it would make you more popular and take
you to places?"

   "I told you the boys are silly.  Besides," she said looking a bit
downcast, "they don't like me.  I am too skinny and I too little.  I
finished sixth level but I look much younger like I am fourth or fifth
level.  I am not like Olivia.  She has grown out her boobs.  You should see
them.  They are much bigger than last year, Brigetta too."

   "What about you?  Aren't you growing?"

   "I am only a little taller, I am almost twelve now, but still have no
boobs as you can see.  I have nothing.  I don't know, maybe drinking your
juice that time or rubbing on my chest does not work.  Or maybe I need
more. I don't know what do you think?"

   "I think you are fine the way you are now.  I told you before how sexy I
find you," he said as he slid the plywood panel to the side to reach in and
unlock the door.  When he had it unlocked, he twisted the knob and Gretchen
pushed on the door opening it.  They crawled through the boards and closed
and locked the door behind them.  Stan took a piece of wood and fixed into
the window so no one could slide open the plywood and open the door.

   Gretchen looked at what he was doing and asked, "Why did you do that?"

   "So we can be alone and not disturbed," he said giving her that smile
that always melted girls hearts.  It worked again this time.  They went in,
Stan reached into the hidden compartment and pulled out the blanket.  He
had to shake it out and brush off a little of the spiderwebs that were on
it.  He checked no spiders on it to disturb them.  Spreading it out the
soon to be twenty-two-year-old naked man and the even sooner to be
twelve-year-old girl lay down together on it.

   He put his arms around her.  "You feel so good Gretchen.  I like being
here with you this way."

   "Do you not also like to be with Olivia and Brigetta like this, too?"

   "Yes, but I like it better with you?"

   "But why?  They are much more grown up than me?"

   "That's it, I don't like them all grown up like that.  I like them like
you," with that he gave her a kiss.  That started it.  The kisses rose in
passion as the two lovers who knew each other and knew what the other liked
began to give it to their partner.  Gretchen's head and face was covered in
kisses and Stan didn't miss her ears, which she loved to have him kiss.

   His hands were on her still flat chest.  Creating loads of joy for both
of them.  His touch never failed to excite her no matter where he touched.
He especially loved her underdeveloped areolas.  As underdeveloped they
were, that didn't stop her nipples to rise up off the flat plains of her
chest.  His kisses were everywhere there, the licks too.  Once he had
gotten all he could from her chest, it was time to move on down.

   He was in luck, she had yet to begin to grow her pubic hair.  He could
see the lovely lips he was wanting to taste.  By and by, he did.  They were
as fresh and refreshing as he remembered from the previous year.  Her
internal spring was now flowing again after being frozen over for the
winter.  It was just as good as before.  He drank of it as a man dying of
thirst.  His tongue was able to go up inside her more.  When he sent his
finger in after his tongue, she didn't wince, or pull away.  His finger
splashed in the pool she was forming.  He wasn't going to be playing too
much with his food.  He was sucking her love liquid out of her now, almost
as fast as she was making it.

   He continued working with his finger on her there.  He was able to
slowly wedge his finger in a little ways.  He left it at that and set about
molesting her clit.  That was something she was all in favor of.  He always
did such exciting things to her.  He always found new ways to lift her
excitement level to new heights.

   He didn't disappoint this time either.  With his finger at the entrance
to her love box knocking at the door, and his lips and tongue giving her
clitty a first class going over.  She was screaming out her orgasm for the
world to hear.  But luckily for them, few people even knew about this cabin
hidden out in the woods, let alone get close enough to hear Gretchen
shrieking out her passion.

   When she had recovered enough that she was ready to return the favor, he
began to give her the instructions that she hardly needed.  She had done a
good job before taking care of his love tool.  But he gave her the
instructions, nevertheless.  She held him gently but firmly in her hand. 
She softly stroked it, running a wetted finger over the area on the back
side of his circumcision scar, especially over the area just under the
head. He told her that was a very sensitive place.

   She asked him, "Why do you look different from other boys?"

   "Why do you say I look different?"

   "They have skin that comes up to the tip here." She said, touching the
top of the head.

   "When I was born, I had that skin too.  But when I was a baby, and they
cut it off."

   "Why?"

   "I guess the nuns where I lived felt that I might be tempted to sin when
I was older if they didn't have it removed.  They thought I would feel less
pleasure if that skin wasn't there, and I would be less likely to sin.  How
do you know I look different from other boys?"

   Gretchen blushed when he asked.

   "Come out with it," he said.

   "I told you before when Gunter Klein kissed me when we were in level
two. There were several of us boys and girls.  We had found a place we
could go and no one would see us.  We were pulling down our pants and
showing our private places.  All the boys have the skin there that you
don't have."

   "So that is when Gunter kissed you?  You were all playing show and
tell?"

   "Yes, we were showing.  He had me hold his schwanz, and I was rubbing up
and down.  He kissed me then."

   "What else did he do?"

   "I was rubbing him and he had a finger and was rubbing between my lips
there.  We were all doing that.  Every boy was rubbing the girl there, and
the girls were rubbing the boys the same way I was."

   "Did you do that often?"

   "No, that was only the one time we did that.  That is how I know you are
different.  I like it this way.  It feels nice like this way." By now
Gretchen was stroking him, making sure to stimulate the frenulum, though
neither of them knew that name.

   "Try licking around that place," Stan suggested.  Gretchen complied. 
Of course, it felt good to him.  She wasn't getting any bad tastes for her,
it was sort of a neutral taste, just the taste of skin.  "Go ahead and take
the top in your mouth." Which she did.  While it's in your mouth, suck on
it and use your tongue to lick around on it.  That's good," he told her as
she did what he wanted.  "Now use your other hand to rub up and down on my
schwanstugel like you did with Gunter.  That's it.  Just keep doing that."


   She stopped for a moment and took it out of her mouth.  "Will you be
shooting that stuff out if I keep doing that?"

   "Yes, if you do it long enough.  Do you not want me to do that?" He
asked, trying to be considerate of her feelings.

   "No, it is alright if you do.  When you did it before, it did not taste
bad."

   "Alright now that's decided we can get back to the work at hand," he
told her.  She returned to her work of sucking his cock.  She did her job
well, and it didn't take that long before he was painting her tonsils
white. She swallowed it all down.  The slightly salty taste didn't bother
her.

   They lain together for a while, occasionally sharing kisses.  Gretchen
decided she wanted to go swimming.  They packed up their blanket, and took
their towels.  After securing their cabin, they headed back to the lake
hand in hand.  But when they got to the lake, they purposely dropped the
holding hands and emerged from the woods at slightly different times from
different places.  They joined up on the grass near the lake, and off into
the lake they went.  They swam together, with Gretchen climbing all over
Stan, which gave each other the chance to have their hands on each other
again.  They played together until they got cold from the water.  They then
decided it was time to return to their homes.

   They met twice more over the next six weeks, but it wasn't at the
lakeside.  They went straight to the cabin and met there.  Both times, they
gave each other oral satisfaction.  Gretchen getting better each time she
gave head.  Stan never failed to please her immensely.

   The last time they had met, Stan had been able to get his finger up into
the now twelveyear-old girl.  He had been toying with her there before, but
she was tight there.  His finger was opening her up.  Soon she might be
ready to take him in.  But that wasn't the only changes that was happening.
Her breasts began to develop.  The areolas were swelling, beginning to
stand up off her chest.  They were like the metal caps to a bottle of soda.
Stan questioned her.  She had not begun to get her periods yet.  He was
still safe if he wanted to make her a woman, like he did her sister and
their friend.

   The next time he presented himself to Captain Parmenter for a pass, the
captain informed him: "Corporal you are going to be leaving to go on
maneuvers, next week, so be prepared."

   "Will I be going on the same maneuvers as last year, sir?"

   "No, Costello, you are going on full scale war games this time.  They
will be bringing you damaged equipment and others that have simulated
damage.  You will have to diagnose the problem and repair it in the field.
This won't be here in Germany.  You are going stateside.  The games are set
for north Georgia.  You'll probably be there the next couple of months. 
Then you will return here."

   "Will there be anything else, sir?"

   "No, that's it Costello, go have fun with your little girlfriends in
town."

   "Thank you, sir." Stan saluted and left.

   What did he mean by his little girlfriends in town?  Did he know about
Gretchen, or Olivia and Brigetta?  Or was he just guessing that the single
GIs all had girlfriends in town?

   He hurried directly to the cabin.  He had to sit and wait about half an
hour before Gretchen showed.  He was glad to see her and it showed.  He
told her that he was going to be gone the rest of the summer and this might
be the last time this year that they could be together.

   Gretchen accepted in meekly.  She sat looking at Stan for a while
without saying a word.  Then when she finally spoke, she asked, "Are you
going to kiss me?"

   That started it.  Their lips were locked as they swapped tongues and
spit.  She loved it when he kissed her ears.  He could run his hands over
her now developing chest.  He loved her when she was flat, but he had to
know that sooner or later she would begin to develop.  Now that she has, he
might as well enjoy her for all she was worth.

   He was licking and sucking on those areolas that now were turning a dark
shade of pink.  They also seemed to swell when he lavished his attention on
them.  For Gretchen, their growth only heightened their sensitivity and
very much increased her pleasure.  One other thing, whereas before,
sensations only went to her head.  Now they seem to have developed a new
line, this one straight down to her kitty.  It caused it to get wet and
also very itchy.  At home she had tried to put her finger in herself as
Stan had done.  Being that her fingers were smaller, they fit in easier. 
They were exploring herself.  She discovered a little rough place in the
roof of her canal that when touched, gave her much pleasure.  Just about as
much as when she touched her clit, which she had taken to touching every
night when she went to bed.

   He enjoyed her chest.  It wasn't totally flat any more, but it was still
attractive to him.  They were smaller than her sister's or Brigetta, which
was fine for him.  He fondled them.  It felt nice in his hands.  His
fingertips could now take the areolas and hold them.  He couldn't much do
that before.  He could also get a hold of her nipples more.  That was
thrilling to the both of them.  He was licking and sucking on them, which
only increased their swelling.  For her, it increased the sensations.

   They were both wanting him to get down to her little kitty.  He made
almost a B line right down to it.  Gretchen spread her legs to give him
access.  He crouched between them with his tongue running up and down those
lips.  She spread her legs a bit more and taking her hands, she spread her
lips, inviting Stan in between them.  He was not one to turn down an
invitation.

   His tongue was exploring territory it had visited before but never in
such an open setting.  He was able to get his tongue further up inside her
intimate space than he had before.  As good as her love canal was with its
river flowing, he had something that was standing up and waving at him.  It
was her clitoris.  He had never seen it extended so far out of its
protective hood.  He had to go up there and check it out.  He took a quick
but good look at it, before he dropped his mouth on it.  He was immediately
licking and sucking on it.  He was providing almost over powering
stimulation.  But his mouth wasn't the only thing that was provided by
those feelings.  His finger had now gone where his tongue had so boldly
gone.  He now could get his whole finger into her.  There was no more
wincing or pulling away.  Between his mouth and tongue, he did it.  He
pushed her over into a nice little cum for her.

   When she had recovered, and was ready to take care of him or go again.
He was standing like an iron pole.  She reached down and began to jack his
beanstalk.  Her hand was quickly covered with his pre-cum.  He kissed her
on her lips, and asked, "Would you like to have this like the other
girls?"

   She gave him a smile and a slight nod of her head.  She rolled over flat
on her back and spread her legs with the knees doubled up like she had seen
the other girls do.  Stan got over her and lined up his hard prick with her
little kitty hole.  He guided his tool in to her tool shed.  He was able to
fit inside without any problems.  Once she was in, she gave a little sigh
of satisfaction.  She turned her face up and kissed Stan.  She put her arms
around of him.  He had given her a minute to get used to it.  It felt so
good for him.  She was warm, wet and tight, just the way he liked it.  He
began to move in her, slowly at first, but with time he was taking her
faster and faster.  He began to twist his hips.  He was making sure his
cock was getting to every part of her tight pussy, and it was such a great
feeling for him.  Or perhaps he was feeling every part of her.  One part of
her he was not missing on every stroke was the rough place inside her.  He
couldn't feel it directly with his prick.  But it sure felt him as it moved
in and out of her, his head pushed against it going in, and the shaft as it
was going out.  The movements of his body as he moved about, was
stimulating her clit too since it was way out of where it normally hung
out.

   Gretchen was building toward a tremendous climax.  What finally pushed
her over was when Stan's dick swelled with the sperm rushing up inside it.
It felt like it had gotten fatter, but that feeling, only fractions of a
second before his baby batter was splattering into her tight channel.  It
happened without her thinking about it or even knowing it was happening,
but her pussy muscles were squeezing his dick, trying to pull it up higher
into her.  If she couldn't get his cock up any farther, since he was
bumping her cervix as it was, at least she could pull up that river of
little swimmers up into her.  They had the same idea, too.

   When they finished, Gretchen showered his face with kisses.  She was all
smiles, positively beaming at him.  She was now fully a woman.  She had her
first man.  Stan was the man she first wanted in her.  It was everything
she hoped it would be, and then some.

   They lay next to each other just exchanging slight caresses, and small
talk.  It was obvious that the day was ending and they would have to part.
They dressed and exited the cabin.  They exchanged a passionate kiss, then
separated as they made their way out of the forest.  They knew it was going
to be the last time this summer they could be together.  He told her that
he was going out into the field and would be gone for some time.  He
wouldn't be back until she restarted school.  Then there would be no chance
to be together over the school year.  It was best that way.  If they
weren't together like that, fewer chances of questions being asked.  Olivia
and Brigetta were old enough, but Gretchen was definitely underage.

   Monday morning he was on a transport headed stateside.  Once he got
there, he was in the field.  There was no nine to five with weekends off.
He was on duty all the time.  It made the time pass quickly.  He couldn't
believe he was headed back to Germany so soon.  But, he hadn't been there
for just a short while.  It was already getting into late fall when he was
arriving back overseas.

   One of the first things he did when he got back to base was pick up his
mail.  He never got too much.  He hadn't left a girlfriend back stateside.
He heard from some friends occasionally.  Most of his mail came from his
mother.  She was the only family he had.

   He had gotten two letters.  He tried to read them based on the
postmarks. The first one had news that she was very upset.  Her guardian
angel, Julio Gallo, had been killed.  She was too upset to say much more.
She wanted Stan to call her as soon as he could.  There was another one
written two weeks later, wondering why he hadn't called.  She was feeling
so lonely and depressed.  She felt so alone.  She had more information. 
Julio wasn't just killed, he was murdered in an obvious hit.  He was shot
by two men and they used more than ten bullets on him as he came out of
Aldolino's Restaurant.  There were other killings over the last weeks. 
People she had met the day she went out leaving Stan alone, (the day he
used to get to Nardina and Angela).

   He called her as soon as he could, allowing for the time difference.

   The phone rang.  Carla answered it with a tentative, "Hello?"

   "Mom, are you alright?"

   "Oh, Stan, I am so glad to hear from you.  Where have you been?"

   "I was at war games."

   "War?  I thought the war was over?"

   "No, mom war games.  It was army maneuvers.  I was in Georgia, for most
of the later summer and fall.  I just got back to Germany earlier."

   "You were here in the US?  Why didn't you come and see me?"

   "I couldn't.  They took me directly from here to the army base in
Georgia.  When we were done, they took me straight back here.  We didn't
get any leave, so I couldn't go anywhere."

   "Oh, Stan, I was worried for you."

   "Why me?  It's not dangerous in Germany and I was stateside so no
worries there."

   "There has been a big mafia war going on here.  I told you that Julio
Gallo was killed."

   "Yeah, you said that in your letter.  Was he in the mafia?"

   "You remember some years ago that robbery at the armored car place?  It
seems a lot of people who were involved are turning up dead.  The blame is
on Vincenzo Gambini for it."

   "Didn't he go to prison?  I remember reading about someone in his
organization turning him in?"

   "Yeah, he did.  But he is still running things through his son Michael.
I was so afraid for you."

   "Why for me?  We didn't have anything to do with that or the
Gambini's."

   "Sometimes you never know about things.  I am just glad you are safe and
away from here.  New York is just not the same as it was.  Just so
dangerous.  Julio is dead.  I can't reach your father.  I'll let you go, I
know that it costs a lot of money to call here."

   "No problem, mom, I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

   Things went back to normal for Stan's life.  It was regular army duty.
It wasn't hard work keeping the motor pool and all the vehicles on the base
running right.  When he got some leave, he had a chance to travel and do
things he would never have been able to do if he lived back in the states.
He even made it down to Rome, with his two best buddies, Tommy Marin and
Richie Chong.

   Summer "~76

   School was now out, the first nice weekend he got, he requested a pass.
As soon as he got it, he took a bus out to the FKK nudist area.  He walked
around and he didn't see anybody he knew.  He made his way through the
woods to the cabin.  He could see some of the boards had been taken off the
back door, and it wasn't even locked.  It was obvious other people had been
in here.  When he got inside he could see the sink had been torn out and
there were holes in the wall.  He looked up and it looked like there were a
couple of holes in the roof too.  There was trash around and it looked like
things were burned in the fireplace.  He checked the hiding place behind
the fireplace.  The blanket was still there.  He took it out.  He decided
this was not somewhere he would be coming back to.

   That ended his adventures in town.  He didn't go in there unless he
wanted to get something they didn't sell at the PX.  He hung out more with
the other guys.  They also didn't mind if he played his guitar, even the
electric one, so long as he didn't plug it into the amp.  Nothing had
really changed in his life, except there were just no girls, especially
little ones in his life.  Time just passed.  They only thing going for him
was his savings of his army pay was slowly growing into a nice little nest
egg.  Maybe he would have his own garage someday.

   Only once he went into the village, he was looking for some music.  The
clerk at the music store was the now sixteen-years-old Olivia.  She was
happy to see him.  She told him a little of her life, she had a boyfriend,
and now so did thirteen-year-old Gretchen.  They were happy with their
lives, and thankful that they had met Stan.  But, now he was a thing of
their past.  He accepted that just as Mirabell and Tessa had moved away, as
had Nardina.  He never heard from Angela or Cecelia.  But then he never
gave them his address before he left, since he didn't know where he'd end
up.  He didn't get theirs.  It wouldn't be right to be asking for theirs.
Besides, what would their parents think of this grown man writing to their
young daughters?

   All the older Frauleins in town had boyfriends, if you could meet them.
There weren't many female soldiers on base, and what there were of them
were officers.  So Stan had to be content with his life as it was.  He
still heard from his mom and they exchanged letters frequently.  It was too
expensive to call home, but letters did just fine.  It was late in the
summer when he wrote home with the news, he had been promoted to sergeant.
Carla was thrilled with the news.  She was OK with after having finished
with the four years he had originally signed up was over, he had
re-enlisted for another four years.

   Summer "~77

   Stan's work on the base was routine, as was army life.  But he had a
good time.  He had three hots and a cot, as they say.  He wasn't paying
rent or buying groceries, he didn't even have to cook.  His experience with
working with motors of all kinds expanded.  The money was slowly expanding
in his military savings account too.  He could afford a few things.  He and
his friends from California, Tommy Marin and Richie Chong, applied for
leave for three weeks.

   It was granted, they were going to have a little summer vacation.  They
were going to Paris.  While they got to see some of the sights there, it
wasn't the best of times.  During August all France goes on vacation.  They
had all gone down to the beaches on the Mediterranean, which is where Stan
and his buddies were planning on going.  At least the post office was
working.  Stan sent a postcard home to his mom.

   With France on vacation they switched their plans and headed up to
London.  Stan got to see some of the things associated with the Beatles. 
While there he saw the famous crosswalk from the Abby Road album cover, as
well as the studio.  They couldn't go in, there were no tours.  It was a
working recording studio.  Stan asked about Liverpool but was advised
against it.  There wasn't much to see there.  Even the old Cavern Club was
now a parking lot.  So they wrapped up their trip and returned to their
base.

   Upon arrival home Stan was informed there had been someone looking for
him.  He went to Captain Parmenter to ask about it.  He told Stan to stay
in his quarters and someone would be by to see him soon.

   The next day, a Lt.  Colonel accompanied by a young woman came to his
quarters.  When Stan opened the door, and saw a Lt.  Colonel standing
there. He saluted as he should all officers.

   "That's not necessary, son," the older man said without returning the
salute.  "May we come in?" Stan led them in, and they sat down, so Stan
did too.  "I'm Lt.  Colonel Mulcahy and this young lady is Cherry White
from the Red Cross."

   "What can I do for you, Colonel, sir?" Stan asked.

   "I'm a Catholic chaplain."

   "I thought Captain Tappmann was the base chaplain here, sir," Stan
said, not knowing this chaplain.

   "He is, but he is a Protestant, and I am the closest Catholic chaplain
to here.  I'm from a base about 60 miles away.  It was felt that the news I
bring might be better coming from a fellow Catholic.  I will tell you,
Sargent, your mother died."

   Stan was devastated at the news.  "When, sir?" he asked, stunned.

   "It was about ten days ago."

   "Can you help me get leave to go to her funeral, sir?" Stan asked,
figuring that is why they sent a Catholic chaplain.

   "No, she's already buried.  It's best if you don't go there," he said.

   The woman said, "It was said she fell in front of a train, that was
arriving as she waited on the platform.  But, we don't think she fell, and
we're sure she didn't jump.  According to witnesses.  It looks like she was
pushed."

   "How do you know this?" Stan asked with his eyes swimming with tears.

   "There were witnesses, if that weren't enough her apartment was
searched, the next day, and then a fire was started to cover up that it had
been ransacked," the Red Cross worker spoke.

   "Why?  Who would have done this?"

   "Did you ever know a man named Julio Gallo?" Cherry asked.

   "I met him once.  My mom knew him.  I gather he was some sort of
gangster."

   "Yes, he was.  He worked with the Gambini crime family."

   "My mom told me he was a gangster and he was maybe mixed up in the Kings
Armored Car robbery.  That's why he was killed.  He knew my mom, so they
killed her too?  Was she involved in any way in that?  Or involved with
him?" Stan asked.

   "No, as far as we know, your mother wasn't involved with any criminal
activities, nor with him," Cherry White said.

   That made Stan feel a little better.  "Can I at least get a pass to go
to her grave, sir?"

   The chaplain, said, "No, it is best that you stay away, far away from
New York.  The less you are seen around there, the better it is for you. 
Since she was a target, and they searched her place, I assume you wrote
home?"

   "Yeah, I just sent her a postcard from Paris a couple of weeks ago,
sir."

   "Then it is likely they know about you.  You will be their next
target."

   "But why?  None of this makes sense, sir," Stan said.

   "Vincenzo Gambini swore vengeance on people who turned him in and on all
of their families and friends.  Mr.  Gambini is in prison.  But, he still
runs the family through his son, and is carrying out that vengeance.  So it
is best you stay away from there.  If you need to talk, I'll give you my
card you can call anytime, and I'll come down.  Or you can talk to Chaplain
Tappmann here on the base.  He has been apprised of things, as has your
captain.  Also, Captain Parmenter has authorized you to have the next few
days off."

   "Thank you sir," Stan said, very depressed.

   He and the Red Cross worker stood.  "We'll leave you now.  Let us know
if you need something," the Lt.  Colonel said.

   Stan stood to salute, but as he raised his hand, the chaplain shook his
head no, so Stan dropped his hand while they made their way to the door.

   When Tommy Marin and the other guys who lived in the barracks returned,
Stan told them what the chaplain had said.  They offered their sympathies,
but let him grieve in private.  It took a couple of days before Stan had
himself back together enough to return to work.  He found work was
something to take his mind off his mother's murder.

   He got to wondering, if she was killed because she knew Julio Gallo, and
Julio was a gangster, who else did she know that might have been a
gangster? She had always said his dad had a dangerous job, and that is why
he didn't want anybody knowing about a family.  Was his dad a gangster,
too? He wished his mom had told him.  With her dead, he would never know
who his dad was, or if maybe he was a gangster too.  Well, nothing he could
do about it now.  He could only put it out of his mind.

   Work was now his life and his buddies were his family.  As time passed
the sting of Carla's murder lessened but it didn't ever go away.  To be
nice to him, they allowed him to play his electric guitar so long as he
kept the amp down low.  He made a point of learning some songs they knew.
He could get the guys to join in singing too.  The only good thing he got
out of that was he got the money in Carla's accounts.  He had it
transferred to his military saving account.

   Summer "~78

   It had been a year since Stan had learned of his mother.  He was due for
some leave.  He Tommy and Richie, were trying to decide if they wanted to
go to Spain or Norway, hot or cold.  Stan went to Captain Parmenter to
request leave.  He was told that leave was denied for him.  For the others
leave was approved, but not Stan.  The captain told Stan that he was
confined to base until further notice.

   Stan was stunned.  What had he done?  His work reports were all good. 
They kept their barracks in order.  He had been following all orders.  What
could it be?  When Captain Parmenter had called him into his office to go
over Stan's proficiency report.  He had been rated as above average, with
no disciplinary problems.  So what gives?

   "Captain, you've given me a good rating, but you have denied leave and
denied passes off the base.  May I ask why, sir?"

   "I'll tell you Costello, there were some people who had been caught on
base who didn't belong here.  They were armed.  The MP's got them, they did
background checks on them.  They were Italians, when they did further
checks they were wanted in Italy.  Seems they were contract killers from
Sicily.  They were looking for you.  They were found with a photo of you.
Actually it was the kind they take of you once you finish basic, and you
buy a package to send home.  If you sent that home they got it.  I
understand your mom's place was searched after she died.  When this
information got back to Washington, orders were given that you are not to
leave the base.  You are a wanted man.  If you will, consider it this way,
you have the US Army protecting you," he said.

   "It's good to know, sir, that the army is protecting me.  But in a way
it feels like I am in jail here, if I can't leave, sir."

   "You can do you anything here that you can do in town.  We have most
everything you could need here.  Even the cinema shows newer movies than
you could see in town, and in English.  You don't have to listen to the
movies dubbed in German, with English subtitles."

   "I know, but I speak German, sir."

   "I know you do, you're a valuable asset, here Costello.  I would hate
for something to happen to you.  Give me some time and I'll see what I can
do for you."

   Stan left, he wasn't happy, but what could he do?  At any rate now he
knew why he was confined to base.  But he wasn't happy about the reason. 
They killed his mother and now they wanted him.  What could he do but to
try to be happy in his work.  Work was all he had and he threw himself into
it.  The year went by fast.

   Summer "~79

   Life confined to base was getting boring after awhile.  All he had was
his work.  But things did get a little better.  He met one of the MPs who
played bass.  He knew of a guy who played drums.  They found a fourth guy
who also played the guitar.  They decided to form a little band.  They
could rehearse in the motor pool after it was closed.  They agreed on the
type of music they all liked.  They practiced enough that it kept Stan from
being bored.  He was the lead guitar and the main singer.  The bass player
was the backup singer and wrote songs.  Soon they were playing cover
numbers and some originals.  They played in the base talent show.  They
even got a couple of other gigs playing on base.  They were stifled because
Stan couldn't leave the base.  He wasn't allowed to tell them why, though
the MP knew since he was one of the ones who caught the men sneaking on to
the base.

   They went to the Colonel, Henry Blake, the CO in charge of the base, and
asked if Stan's restriction could be loosened.  He sent to Washington for
instructions.  It seems the army wasn't the only one involved in the
decisions.  Word came back that the band could preform off base if the
names of the individuals in the band were not named.  They couldn't play
within 25 miles of the base, and Stan needed to have an armed guard with
him.  But since one of the guys was an MP, if he had a weapon on him, that
would qualify.

   With new orders, they were able to play at other places.  One of their
gigs was to play in a battle of the bands against other army bands.  Held
at an air force base up north.  They won and were starting to get some
attention outside the bases.

   At one point, it was too much attention.  They were loading their gear
in an army truck signed out from the motor pool, from their base.  It was
in Cologne.  Stan was helping to load the truck behind the theater.  Just
as Stan bent down to pick up one of the drums to put it in the truck, a
shot rang out.  A piece of brick was chipped off the building just above
his head, just where it had been a second before.  Roger, the bassman,
pushed Stan to the ground and was kneeling on him to keep him from getting
up.  He had his .45 out looking for a target.  But who ever fired the shot
was gone.  The band drove back to their base with an army tail.

   When they got back to base, Colonel Blake had already been informed. 
Stan's confinement to base was re-instated.  That put an end to the group,
unless they wanted to play only on their base.  The year he had played with
the band was great for him.  He wasn't looking forward to spending all his
time on base again.

   Summer "~80

   Stan's second reenlistment was ending.  Captain Walker, his new CO, put
it to him very strongly that he should re-enlist if there were people out
to get him.  What choice did Stan have?  He needed the army as a job and as
protection?  He went back to just working.  The band was finished anyway
when the drummer's enlistment was up and he chose to get out of the army.
When that happened, Roger the bassman got himself transferred stateside. 
Stan chose to extend his reenlistment, but only for two years.

   It was back to the same drudgery of work and then not much life outside
of the motor pool.  His best buddy, Tommy Marin, had been transferred. 
There were new guys in the barracks, and Stan became friends with them, but
he couldn't do much with them.  They were able to go off base.  He wasn't.
There would be no excursions to Paris or Rome, like with Tommy.  His only
friend left was Richie.

   Captain Walker could see that Stan was becoming depressed.  He thought a
change of scenery might help his mood.  He was totally convinced of it when
there was another intrusion on the base.  It was believed that they were
looking for Stan.  It seems there was a price on his head.  He talked to
Col.  Blake about what could be done.  It was passed up the chain of
command, and on to Washington.  Then the results back down.

   Captain Walker told Stan, "Costello, you're being reclassified and
you'll be retrained.  You're going to be reassigned.  You'll still be in
the Motor Transport Service, but you'll be a driver."

   "What would I be doing, sir?"

   "You will be the driver for an officer.  It will get you off base, but
discreetly."

   "Yes sir, I could do that, sir."

   "Good, you will learn personal defense, more than you got in basic, with
small arms firing.  Also you will need to take a driving course."

   "I am from New York City, but I can drive, sir"

   "No, this is special driving skills.  It will be both aggressive driving
and also defensive skills.  You will need to learn these special skills. 
You think you can handle that?"

   "Yes sir, I think so, sir."

   "Good, because the paperwork has been started.  Dismissed."

   "Thank you, sir," Stan said, saluted and left.

   Three weeks later, he was ordered to report to a new base.  He was given
only 12 hours' notice.  He was taken there with his gear in an ambulance,
in case the base was still being watched for him.  While Stan was on this
new base, his paperwork purposely said he was still assigned to his old
base.  His transfer wasn't noted.

   The people who were looking for him all thought him billeted back at his
old base.  At least that is what his records showed.  His mail still went
there.  The post office delivered it to Colonel Blake's office as he was
the only one who knew where Stan was sent.  He would put it in the mail for
that post, from there it would be given to Stan.  It took longer for mail
to get to him, but no one knew where he was.

   He spent the next four weeks in training, in marksmanship with pistols,
self defense, and driving techniques.  Also how to tell when he was being
followed, and how to lose a tail.  Stan was also given a cover name.  His
new last name was to be Hardy.  Only his new CO would know who Stan really
was.

   He finished the course and was given his new assignment.  He was being
transferred to a small base in the Netherlands, not far from the German
border.  He was to be the driver to a Colonel Paul Sanders.  He reported to
his new CO.  Stan was to be not only a driver, but to provide protection
for the colonel.  The colonel was a natty white haired man.  He was up
there in years, just a little short of the mandatory retirement age.  He
had styled white hair.  He had a mustache and goatee to match the hair
color.  He lost a leg in Korea, and so had a prosthetic leg, which made it
difficult for him to walk and he couldn't drive at all.

   Colonel Sanders was there with NATO liaison working with the
intelligence community.  He may have been older, but he was sharp as a
whip. He knew ciphers and computer codes like no one.  Which is why the
army had wanted to keep him despite his leg.  He was very valuable in
dealing with the Soviets and Warsaw Pact nations.  He could almost read
their intelligence and codes like a book.

   Few people know about the post.  Which was the way they wanted to keep
it.  There were only about 20 people posted there.  It wasn't much of a
post, just a series of offices in an unlabeled building.  Next to it was
what looked like just another apartment building.  It was there Stan was to
live.  He had a room that could connect into the colonel's quarters if he
needed to get in to him without coming in from the outside.

   The colonel encouraged the people under his command to interact with the
local people.  He figured the more they knew the Americans, and they
presented a friendly face to the Dutch people, the more cooperation he
could get from them.

   When Stan arrived on the base, the colonel thought as Stan was a rather
handsome young man with charm to go with it, he would be an asset here. 
While the colonel knew of the threats to Stan's life, it was felt that he
was safer here than Germany.  He encouraged Stan's interaction with the
local people.  This apparently was OK'd with Washington, as he had a
lowered threat level at the new base.

   It was an evening Stan was driving the colonel back to base when they
came upon a car stalled by the road.  As they drove by, the colonel
recognized the man standing there with the hood up looking at the engine,
trying to figure what was the problem was.  The colonel ordered Stan to
stop the car and go back and see if he could help the stranded motorist.

   Stan went back.  Taking a look at the engine, he quickly spotted the
problem.  He was able to make a temporary fix to the car.  The man was very
grateful.  He introduced himself to Stan as Doctor Johannes Van der Meer.
He gave Stan his card and told him if there was anything he could do for
the young man, he would be only too happy to do it.

   A couple of weeks later, the man showed up at the colonel's office and
wanted to see the young man who had fixed his car.  He told the colonel
that he had been hurrying to the hospital for an emergency case, and being
delayed may cost the patient his life.  He was grateful for Stan's help. 
He wanted to invite Stan over to his house for dinner.  The colonel
approved and relayed the invitation to Stan.

   He arrived at a nice house in the country, not far from their small
base. He was greeted at the door by Dr.  Van der Meer who introduced him to
his wife, Beatrix, she was also a doctor, but a researcher rather than a
practicing medical doctor.  Then there was their eleven-year-old daughter,
Hendrika.  He noted that they all spoke very good English.

   Hendrika was unlike the girls from Southern Germany.  She was a blond,
with blue eyes.  Outside of Angela and Cecelia, or Sophia, there were few
blonds around where he lived either.  She was something different to him.
She was cute.  Stan was checking her out.  She had little to no breasts
that he could see.  That was never a problem for him.  He tried to be
discreet with his looks at her, but he wasn't that sly.  Her parents noted
his looks.  She was tall for her age, five foot or 153cm but thinner at 78
pounds or, as she would put it, 35kg.  Her blond hair was cut short.  He
had seen boys with Beatle haircuts from the mid 60s with longer hair.

   Both Beatrix and Hendrika saw what a handsome man Stan was.  He dined
with them.  Afterward he noted a guitar sitting off in a corner.  He asked
Johannes if he played.  But Johannes said it had been his father's and he
could only play a little.

   "Do you mind if I try it?" Stan asked.

   "Sure, you are our guest.  Feel at home," Johannes said.

   Stan began to play.  He was very good.  They encouraged him to sing. 
They were even more amazed that he sang well too.  He made for a very
lively night that they all enjoyed.  Both the females were glad to have him
there.  Beatrix had especially enjoyed his company.  But it wasn't for
herself.  She had seen that Hendrika very much liked the handsome young
man. He was very charming, she thought.  Hendrika had very much fallen for
his charm.  It seemed he had an interest in Hendrika.  That was something
to Beatrix that made his company more interesting.

   A couple of weeks later, the doctor reported to the colonel that Stan
had been a wonderful guest and was it possible if he could pay them another
visit.  Colonel Sanders relayed a request to Washington that Stan be given
a longer leash.  Two weeks later, it was reported there had been another
incursion at Stan's old base and gunfire was exchanged.  They were still
looking for him there.  Since his whereabouts were unknown, to outsiders,
it was felt that he could be given the longer leash.

   Stan again came to dine at the Van der Meer's home.  Once again, they
fixed him a nice Dutch home cooked meal.  They requested he play and sing
for them.  Hendrika wanted to sit beside him as he played.  Stan had seen
it before.  He knew the signs.  She had a crush on him.  That didn't bother
Stan, but he didn't see how he could get to her if she wanted him.  Her
parents were there all the time.  But he was given more invitations to the
Van de Merr's house many more times.  Hendrika had the obvious crush.  Her
parents knew, but didn't mind.  They in fact liked the young soldier too,
well, maybe not the way Hendrika did.

   Summer "~81

   The summer was coming along just fine, as far as Stan was concerned. 
His work was good, not anything hard.  Colonel Sanders was a nice CO.  The
few Dutch people he knew were nice.  So was the countryside.  No one knew
who he really was, so life was secure.

   It was mid July.  The colonel told Stan that he was going stateside for
a week.  He would be attending a conference and seminars at Fort Monroe, in
Virginia.  Stan asked if he was going to be detailed to go with him. 
Colonel told him no, Stan would actually get a week's leave.  But there was
the restriction.  He was not to leave the Netherlands.  Otherwise, he was
free to travel as Stanley Hardy, his cover name.  His only restriction was
to stay away from large cities.

   Johannes Van der Meer knew the colonel was going to be gone and when. 
He planned his holiday at the same time.  He told Stan that his family
would be going on a holiday to the sea coast in the north of the country.
He had heard that Stan would have leave at the same time.  He invited Stan
to join them.

   Stan approached his CO and told him of the invitation.  He encouraged
Stan to go.  He knew the family well and also where they go on their
holiday, and what they did.

   When the time came for him to leave, Stan drove the colonel over to an
air force base back in Germany, where he flew stateside.  Then Stan
returned to the Netherlands.  He headed over to the Van der Meer's home to
join them.  They all left in their car for the trip up to the Friesland. 
They ended up on an island facing the North Sea, just outside of a small
town of Oosterend.

   They had a two bedroom cabin, with a central kitchen/dining area/living
room.  The four of them would share the one bathroom.  They told Stan on
the trip up, that they, like many Dutch people, when on holiday went
without clothes.  They hoped that Stan would not be embarrassed seeing them
naked.  Quite the contrary, Stan let them know not only that he had no
problem with it, but he would join them in their nakedness.  The other
problem was one of bedrooms.  There were only two, and each had only one
bed, albeit a large one, but only one.  Johannes and his wife, Beatrix,
would share one room.  Stan would have to share the other with Hendrika.

   After arriving and moving in, the family sunned themselves on the
rolling sandy hills overlooking the sea.  Then went down for a little
swimming in the sea.  Their first night there, they celebrated Hendrika's
birthday.  She was turning twelve.  They had a cake for her.  Stan taught
them the Happy Birthday song, which they all sang to the girl.

   After the celebration and eating their fill of cake, it was bed time. 
Stan and Hendrika headed off to their bedroom.  She proceeded to get into
bed naked.  Stan, also naked, asked her, "That is the way you will sleep?"

   "Yes, when were are on holiday we are naked all the time.  It allows the
skin to breathe.  Are you not going to join me?"

   "If you want me to."

   "Yes, I want you too," she told him.  She moved over next to him,
rolling on her side so she put her head on Stan's chest.  "I am very glad
that you made the trip with us."

   Stan, trying to keep his hands to himself for a change, with her parents
in the next room.  "I'm not sure I would have come if I knew that I would
have to be bunking in with you and that we are spending all our time
naked."

   "Why?  You not like our company?"

   "No, I like you all very much.  But what were your parents thinking,
putting me naked in your bed?"

   "They are thinking nothing bad.  Do you not like me?"

   "No, no, that's not it.  I do like you.  I get the feeling you like me
very much."

   "Yes, I do.  That is why I wanted you to come with us."

   "Your parents know you like me so much?"

   "Of course they know.  They have allowed.  They think that it is good to
explore much.  Mother says that being young is a time to discover yourself
and who you will become.  She says I should explore many different roads
and find the ones I like and take the road to find myself."

   "Your mom is a doctor, right?"

   "Yes?"

   "But she doesn't ever have patients?"

   "But she does, but mostly she does research."

   "What kind of research?"

   "She studies human sexuality."

   "She does?" said Stan, surprised.  "Just what is it she studies?"

   "Sexual development in younger people, how it grows and changes over
time."

   "Whooo.  That is some study," Stan said, giving a whistle.

   "I help her in it," Hendrika said proudly.

   "How do you help?"

   "She observes my sexual responses and activities."

   "How does she do that?"

   "By observing me, and my interactions with others.  Also, I tell her
what I do, and how I feel."

   "You just turned twelve.  What experiences could you have?"

   "Not many so far, but some."

   "You have a boyfriend?"

   "No, I have not been lucky enough to have one yet.  But, I do enjoy
sex."

   "How?" Stan asked, now getting more interested.

   "Mother taught me how to pleasure myself over a year ago.  For the past
six months Ilse, and I have pleasured each other."

   "You two play with each other?" Stan asked, surprised.

   "Yes, you think there is something wrong there?"

   "Oh no, it is just surprising."

   "I am tired.  May we go to sleep?"

   "Sure, we can always talk more in the morning."

   "But one thing before we go to sleep.  Will you give me a kiss?"

   "Sure, why not?" he said, getting his face closer to hers.

   As she stretched up towards him, she said, "I have never kissed a boy
before."

   "Then I guess I'll be your first," he said with a smile.

   "Yes, I do want you to be my first," she said, returning the smile.

   They shared one small kiss.  Then Hendrika made herself comfortable by
cuddling up to Stan with one leg thrown over his and lying half prone and
half on her side.  Her arm reached across him.  He put an arm around her.
She was able to use Stan as a pillow.  She closed her eyes, and she was out
like a light.

   That left Stan awake wondering how this was going to play out.  He liked
young girls.  He especially liked sex with young girls.  Unless he was
reading things wrong, Hendrika was open to sex with him.  But, he was here
with her parents, he had never had sex with a girl where her parents might
know about it.  It was bad enough that his mom knew about the two, luckily
she didn't know about the others.  If he tried something with this girl and
it didn't go over, he would be facing her parents quickly.  Even if it did
go, how to keep it from her parents?  Time would tell how it worked out. 
He would like to do things with her.  Her chest was only beginning to
develop.  Her areolas were a darker pink than the surrounding skin.  The
nipples were small, and that was all the development she had.  Her kitty,
as far as he could see, lacked any fur.  All that caused him to get hard.
But he couldn't do anything about it now.  What could he do?  Nothing, so
he went to sleep.

   In the morning Hendrika wanted to search for sea shells.  Johannes
offered to go with her.  Stan stayed behind and offered to help Beatrix do
the morning dishes and clean the kitchen.  The Dutch seemed to be a very
neat and tidy people.  It afforded him a chance to talk to her alone.

   "Hendrika tells me that you are a doctor, but that you only do
research."

   "Yes, that is right.  I do research on child's and young people's sexual
development.  Did she also tell you she is one of my subjects?"

   "Yes, she told me.  What do you study in her or how do you do it,
whatever way you say that?" Stan said, not knowing how to express his
thoughts.

   "I take note of her sexual development.  What she does sexually, and how
she does those things.  I note what she likes, and doesn't, also her choice
of partners, and how she responds to things."

   "That's a lot."

   "No, not so much.  I see her and she tells me how things are with her.
Also, she tells me how things are with her friends.  Some of them are also
subjects of my study."

   "How do you go about doing that?"

   "I contact the parents, I tell them what I am doing and also how I do
it. I ask if they would allow their child to be part of my studies.  If
they agree, I ask the child if they would want to take part.  If they do, I
do interviews with them periodically and we discuss their sexual
activities."

   "How can you use Hendrika as a subject?  She is rather young?"

   "I want to know for my studies what childs and young people think and
how they react to things.  Hendrika isn't the youngest person I study.  You
see, here the age a person can have sexual relations is twelve, so long as
their parents don't object.  But, that is having sexual relations with
others, or rather with persons who are not their age mates.  Many
youngsters start with masturbation, so they can do that at any age because
they are sexual only with themselves.  Hendrika learned masturbation nearly
a year and a half ago.  She does it often.  She began to reach orgasm about
six months ago, now she can reach, most every time.  About that time, she
began with her first lover.  It was her friend Ilse.  They have enjoyed
many times together."

   "Ilse is a girl?"

   "Yes?"

   "You know that she is having homosexual relations?"

   "Yes, is that strange to you?"

   "No, I mean yes, I didn't know that girls do that."

   "Yes, it is very common that a young girl will turn to her best friend
as they begin to explore the world of sexual relations.  It gives them
comfort being with someone they know and trust.  They learn how their
bodies react, what gives them pleasure.  Then they learn how to give
pleasure to another person.  That is how we develop."

   "Wow, that is something I never knew about those things."

   "We learn in different ways, sometimes it is by play with age mates who
explore together, other times it is with someone older.  Think of the first
times you had sexual relations.  How was that?"

   "Well, mostly it was with an older girl.  Sometimes with someone closer
to my age, but she was very experienced."

   "So it is with Hendrika she started with herself then moved up to an age
mate.  She is getting to where she needs more experience.  She needs one
older to teach her and lead her into the next level.  Hendrika, as you see,
turned twelve yesterday.  She is ready to move up to her next level.  She
wants to be with someone older.  Someone who will teach her."

   "Maybe she can find someone to do that for her," Stan said.

   "I think she has found such a one, but the question is, will that person
be willing to teach her?"

   "Well, she is an attractive girl.  I would think who ever she wanted
would be a fool to turn her down."

   "Stan, the person she would like to take her to the next level is you.
You must know that she has a crush on you, and has from the moment that she
met you.  If I am any judge of character, and I think I am, you are also
attracted to her."

   Embarrassed that he might have been caught looking at a young girl, he
said, "I don't mean to argue with you on that..."

   She cut him off.  "It is no shame if a grown young man desires a young
girl.  These things are rather natural.  We understand that.  Girls of
twelve can be with a grown man.  That is why we changed our laws, to allow
young girls to be with the persons of their choosing.  Of course, that is
so long as the parents don't object.  You see, sometimes young girls aren't
able to see all the intentions of a man.  She may feel she has found a man
to take care of her developing needs.  But, her parents can be a better
judge of the man and can see if he would be good for her.  They can step in
and say, no, this is not right for my girl.  Or they can see that the man
would be good for her development.  In the case of you, we have seen you.
We knew that you are a kind man, caring for people.  Johannes is friends
with your colonel.  They have had discussions about you.  We know what you
are like.  We do like you, Stanley Hardy.  If you wish to teach our girl
about heterosexual relations we wouldn't object.  In fact, we would
strongly encourage it.  I think that Hendrika would want it and enjoy it
very much.  She is at a stage where she is ready.  But, also, she has not
yet reached her time where she can have the burden of motherhood imposed on
her if the timing was wrong.  She is at a good time, if you would like
her."

   Just as she was finishing saying that, Hendrika and Johannes burst in
the door showing the sea shells they had collected.  She put her new shells
away, and all decided that they would go for a swim.  Taking the things
they would need for a trip to the beach, they set out.  Stan and Hendrika
went down and splashed in the sea.  It was too cold to stay in for long. 
They came out and sunned themselves on the rolling dunes of the sea coast.
They had their lunch there, enjoying the outdoors.  They could sun
themselves, then cool off in the gentle waves.

   They returned when it was time to start cooking the dinner.  Beatrix was
going to make Hachee, which was a Dutch beef stew.  Stan was over sitting
on a sofa talking to Johannes.  Hendrika helped Beatrix by preparing the
potatoes and vegetables.  They were also talking amongst themselves in
Dutch.  After dinner, it was requested that Stan sing and play for them. 
Johannes had requested him to bring along his guitar.  He had planned for
Stan to be their entertainment.

   After he had played for a while, Hendrika asked him to show her how to
play the guitar.  He explained first how he held it.  What his fingers were
doing where.  Then he had her hold the guitar and put her finger on the
strings and had her hold them down to form a chord.  With the other hand,
she strummed the instrument.  He showed her a couple of simple chords to
make and had her change from one chord to the other.  It took a bit to
build up the coordination to do that but, it wasn't hard.  Once she had two
chords down, she could go on to learn a third.  She practiced changing from
one to another.  She enjoyed learning a skill.  Stan was a patient, and a
good teacher.  Her parents looked on, seeing how Stan worked with her.

   It was getting late.  Being as they had no TV or even radio, they got up
with the sun and went down with the sun.  No need to be watching the clock.
The sun was up long those summer days.

   Stan and Hendrika went to their bed.  "Mother tells me you had a
conversation with her this morning."

   "Yes, we did.  It seemed rather strange."

   "How so?"

   "I've never known many parents that would allow, let alone encourage,
their children in their, shall we say, sexual explorations?"

   "But have you known many people from the Netherlands?"

   "You have me there.  I don't know too many and your family is the one I
know the best."

   "We are a little different with mother being a researcher, but not so
different from most Dutch people.  We are a very open people, and sex isn't
that big a deal that we get upset about it," Hendrika said.

   "I guess not," Stan said with a smile.

   "Mother told you that I masturbate.  She said that men do that too.  If
you will do that, I would love to see how a man does that."

   "You want me to do that right here, with you watching?" He asked,
surprised.  "Normally these things are done in private," he told her.

   "Yes, I know, but if it is done in private, then I can not see.  Will
you please do it so that I can see?  Also, I would like to see you with an
erection.  I have never seen one before."

   "You Dutch are so open, but you say you have never seen one hard
before?"

   "I have seen drawings and photos but I have never seen one, how you say
-live.  You have not been hard.  I would like to see you that way.

   "You're a nudist.  You must have seen plenty of guys naked, not one of
them were hard?"

   "No, when we're naked like that, is not a time for sexual arousal.  I
have seen father and other men and boys naked.  Then I see you on the beach
and around here.  You are different from them on the top.  How is that
so?"

   "I was circumcised when I was born.  That's why I look different."

   "Will you be hard so I can see?"

   "I'll tell you, if I'm gonna jack off, I'll have to be hard, so you'll
get to see one now."

   "What do you mean "~jack off'?" she asked.

   "It's just a different name for masturbation.  You really want to see me
do it?"

   "Yes, please.  If you want, I will show you how I do that too," she
said with some excitement.  "Would you like me to start first?" she
offered.

   "Yeah, that would be great." He had turned off the overhead light when
they got into the bed, so all this talk had been in the dark.  But if they
were going to be watching each other, they needed to see.  He reached over
and turned on the small table lamp.

   She lay back, putting a couple of fingers in her mouth to wet them.  She
reached down and began to rub circles around her clit.  She wasn't touching
it directly at first.  She also used her fingers to probe the entrance to
her vagina.  She toyed with herself there, but ultimately used her wetted
finger to rub her clit.  She moved her fingers in different ways, but
always concentrating on her clit.  It took her several minutes of more
intense work on her part.  Her face was becoming red, her pussy seemed to
swell and take on a pinkish hue.  He could see the fluid begin to drain
from her pussy slit.  She seemed to become more agitated as she went on. 
Finally, she let out an "AHHHHHHHHH" as her climax hit her.  It was not a
sound her parents had not heard before from her.

   She lay back, having been drained for the moment.  Just the sight of her
doing that had gotten Stan hard.  He had never watched a girl get herself
off, just for his viewing pleasure.

   Now it was his turn.  He had no problem getting hard.  When she looked
at him, he said, "You ready for me to start?"

   She nodded her head, barely looking up from the pillow she lay on. 
"Will you make the sperm come out?"

   "Oh yeah, you can count on that," Stan said as he began to run his hand
up and down his hard cock.  He didn't vary much, it was a straight up and
down, sometimes he did a little more contact with the head.  But, it was a
simple act, just up and down.  He could feel it would be soon.  "Where do
you want me to cum?  You want it on your tits?  It will make them grow."

   "You can, but mother has told me that it doesn't do anything, it is just
a story boys tell girls so that they can see their breasts."

   Stan knew it was a lie, but if the girl believed so much the better for
him.  As he got closer, he moved over kneeling above her.  "You wanna
help?" he asked her.

   She nodded her head.  He took her hand and put it on the handle of his
tool.  At first he moved her hand until she got the hang of it.  Then he
could take his hand away.  That had cooled him off a bit, but soon she had
him back to the boil point.  When the moment came, he spurted out rope
after rope of white material.  It splattered on her chest.  After five
shots on to her chest the rest sort of oozed out on to her hand.

   What was she going to do with that stuff on her chest and her hand?  It
may be what her mother told her was a fairy tale, but what if it wasn't? 
She had to do something with that stuff.  Better to error on the side of
safety.  She rubbed it into the skin over where her breasts would soon be
growing.

   Both satisfied Stan reached over and turned out the light.  Hendrika
took the position that she had the previous night and used him as her
pillow, going off to sleep listening to his heart thumping as he wound down
from his cum.

   They both woke up to another day of sun and swimming, but first before
breakfast Hendrika wanted a shower, she was still was a bit sticky. 
Nothing was said about their activities of the previous night.  During the
day the four of them went out walking among the dunes.  When they walked,
Hendrika wanted to hold Stan's hand.  Her parents just smiled bemused at
their daughter's first crush and the attention she was getting.

   The evening went as before, but instead of Stan playing he showed
Hendrika a couple more chords and he helped her play a couple of simple
songs he showed her.  Then it was time for bed.  He put on the table lamp,
expecting or at least hoping there might be a repeat of the night before.

   "I liked what you did very much last night, did you like what I did?"
Hendrika asked.

   "Yes, it was very nice."

   "You want to do that again?" Hendrika asked.

   "Let me ask you, you've done things with Ilse, your friend, what did you
do with her?"

   "We do like I did last night.  I do it to myself and she does it to
herself.  Then sometimes we do it to each other."

   "Is that all?"

   "No, sometimes we use the mouth on each other."

   "You do each other?"

   "Yes.  It is very nice."

   "How about if I did that to you?"

   "Oh, that would be very nice."

   Stan got her in a position in the bed where he could best work on her.
"Tell me how you like it," he told her.  He put his face between her legs,
but his hands between her thighs.  His hands caressed her thin legs.  It
was distracting her, she couldn't give him directions.  So he did what he
wanted.  He was licking up and down her thin outer lips tickling them and
thrilling her at the same time.  That combined with his fingertips doing
wicked things to her, caused her to break out with goosebumps all over her
body.  He kept it up with his tongue licking her outer lips.  Then he
pointed his tongue and dove straight between them like a diver finishes the
dive and enters the water.  He penetrated the inner lips and was down at
the entrance to her holy cave.  He tasted her elixir and wanted more.  He
was lapping it up.  He seemed he would get it all.  That was fine she could
always make more, and she did.

   She was regaining control of herself, she grabbed Stan by the ears and
dragged him where she wanted him, and that was on her clit.  He went to
work on it.  He was licking it, teasing it by rubbing his nose on it.  He
planted kisses on it.  Finally he took it in his mouth and was sucking it
while flicking his tongue against it.  While her mind was filled with the
feelings coming from there, Stan was busy other places, his fingers had
moved up and now back at the entrance to her inner self.  There were so
many sensations her clit was sending up to her head, she didn't much notice
the messages sent by her pussy hole as it telegraphed the messages that
there was something marching into it.  Stan's fingers were exploring her
there.  He went as far as he dared to go up.  He didn't meet any
resistance. He couldn't feel any cherry in the girl.  Barely twelve and it
was already gone.  But she had never been with a boy before.  So who had
been there before him, or with what?

   The feelings were accumulating in her head.  She had all these things
before with Ilse but somehow it was different.  He did things a little
different, but there was still something that she couldn't put a finger on.
She brain was too busy with all the feelings pouring into it, to think
about it.  Maybe it was just that it was a boy doing it.  Who knows?  It
didn't matter she reached her climax and let out her usual sounds, which
her parents in the next room with the thin walls knew that their daughter
was advancing in her sexual development, and were happy with it.

   When she recovered, it had been her habit to return the favor to Ilse
when she had given Hendrika pleasure.  She was willing to do the same for
Stan, but this was new to her.  She knew how to pleasure a girl, because
she had been pleasured by a girl.  But this was going to be different, and
she knew it.

   "Would you like me to do for you?" she asked.

   "Yes, I would like that if you will."

   "Do you want me to do with my hand, like yesterday, or do you want me to
do with my mouth?"

   "You can do whichever you want, but it would be nice if you used your
mouth.  You have such a pretty mouth," he said then reached down and
kissed her.

   "Then I do with the mouth," she said.  "You must tell me how to do."

   "OK, let's start like this," he said holding his hard cock in his hand.
"Kiss along this here," he said pointing to the shaft.  She began it was
just little kisses planted all over the place.  She was like a hit and run,
all over the place trying to cover the whole thing with her kisses.

   "Slow down, and try to use your tongue.  You can give it licks and even
little sucks with your kisses," he instructed her.  She followed his
directions.  "OK, try kissing here," he said pointing to the frenulum. 
She did it.  "Now try licking there, just licking it."

   He picked her head up and gave her another kiss as encouragement.  "You
are doing a good job.  Now I want you to take this part kiss it, and lick
it," he said pointing to the head.  She plowed ahead.  When she seemed to
be doing a good job with that.  "I want you to take the head there and have
it in your mouth.  You want to be licking it while it is in there and at
the same time suck on it." He let her work at that for a while.  "OK, now
take your hand and use it like yesterday." She had pulled her mouth off to
do that.  "No, you want to keep that in your mouth and keep doing what you
were doing, you're just adding your hand motions to what you are doing."

   She was doing a creditable job for her first blow job.  When he felt he
was getting close, he said, "Hendrika, I am going to ejaculate like
yesterday.  I mean I will be shooting out my sperm, you understand that?"
She nodded her head in the affirmative.  "The question is when that happens
where do you want that to happen?"

   She pulled her mouth off but kept working her hand.  "Where should it
go?"

   "It depends on where the girl wants it.  I will tell you most guys
prefer that it goes into her mouth."

   "Then I do that." She put her mouth over his head and picked up where
she left off.

   "When I cum, and it goes into your mouth that way.  You have to decide
what to do with it.  I will tell you most men would prefer that she
swallows it." She was listening to him while she worked on him.  "When I
cum do you want to swallow it for me?" She was still working on him.  She
nodded her head again yes.  "Good," he said.  He took her head in his hand
and softly moved her head up and down with her hand movements.  He was now
thrusting his hips up driving his prick deeper into her mouth as he got
closer.  A couple of times he went too deep, and she chocked a bit on his
prick.  He pulled back not going into her so much.

   Then it happened.  He was spray painting her mouth white.  His cum today
was a little thinner and less of it than the day before, as he had drained
his balls well previously.  But she was getting a good enough load today.
It was warm and a bit gooey.  That she knew from the day before.  But, she
found that is was a bit salty too.  Not to salty not like the water at the
sea when she got some of that in her mouth.  It accumulated there, he said
she should swallow it.  She gathered it all up with her tongue and with a
big gulp she swallowed it all down.  After getting it all down she decided
it wasn't so bad.  He rewarded her for her good work with a big kiss.  He
even ran his tongue around the insides of her mouth.  She had done a good
job, he couldn't taste any of himself in her mouth, not that he was
checking.  She was happy to have him in there.  She had French kissed
before with Ilse, but this was her first time with a boy.  She was
thrilled. But she was also tired, and ready for sleep.  She gave over her
pillow to him, so he had two, and she made a pillow of his chest like she
had the last two nights.

   At breakfast Beatrix questioned Hendrika in Dutch about her activities.
The girl reported the new wonders she had discovered during the night. 
Beatrix would need to record them in her observation file.  Johannes tried
to keep Stan from their conversation by asking Stan about, the US, where he
lived and things about it.  Stan had to be on guard.  He didn't want to say
too much to give away too much about his true identity.  He wasn't worried
about Johannes but rather he might say something to someone else and they
could put things together.  The last thing Stan wanted was to be hunted
here in the Netherlands.

   It was an ideal day, warm but with a soft breeze that kept them from
being hot.  The breeze was pushing small white puffy clouds across the
bright blue sky.  The blue sea was rolling gentle waves on to the shore. 
The water seemed a little warmer today.  They could stay in it longer
without being cold.  They could warm up faster lying in the soft sand of
the dunes.

   After dinner, the Van der Meers had board games.  The evening was spent
traveling through the game of Life.  Johannes ended up a stock broker and
Hendrika the doctor.  Beatrix went in to business as did Stan skipping
college.  With all his stocks and bonds Johannes was the winner.  Hendrika
was the poorest as she had a husband and a carload of kids.

   When they headed for bed Hendrika was tired and right out of the
bathroom she gave over her pillow to Stan and made herself comfortable
using his chest as a pillow, and was off to sleep in a wink.  Stan lie in
the bed thinking, is this what it is like to be married?  To have one lying
with one, so close, so secure in his arms?  If it was, then that wouldn't
be a bad thing.  Ah but only if it could be with a young girl like this one
snoring softly and her slight drool wetting his chest.  If only he were
married to a young girl that might be heavenly.  But then little girls
can't be married, so it will have to be only in a dream.  So, to sleep Stan
went to join his dream there.

   The gentle breeze yesterday had changed into a howling wind that carried
dark gray clouds.  They were sinister clouds that tried to drown the
holidaymakers with a torrential rain.  They were forced to stay indoors. 
Each found something to do.  Beatrix updated the files on Hendrika, as she
described her activities of the last few days and her feelings.  Johannes
looking over medical journals.  Stan took the time to practice some new
songs.  He had brought along a cassette recorder and listened to some songs
trying to figure out the chords and the picking style.  He even set it up
so he could record himself and play it back and see how it sounded.

   After dinner entertainment was Johannes giving a dramatic reading from a
book.  But he would have to stop every few sentences to translate for
Stan's benefit.  Johannes sat with Hendrika tightly packed next to him on
the love seat.  While Stan and Beatrix sat in the chairs there.  They had
built a fire in the fire place and had a cozy night indoors.

   For the night Hendrika joined Stan who was already in bed waiting for
her.  He had the table lamp on.  She came in carrying something she placed
on the table.  She then hopped on top of Stan sitting on his stomach and
proceeded to try to tickle him.  But he wasn't very ticklish, but she was
when he retaliated.  She was rolling around the bed trying to protect
herself from his fingers.  She had fits of giggles and full laughing spells
when he got her in his arms and she couldn't get away or defend herself
from those tickling fingers.

   Finally, the tickling dissolved into kisses.  They were soon making out
like they had never done before.  They were dueling with their tongues. 
Hendrika lying with her stomach on his belly.  She could feel his meat rise
getting harder the longer the kissed.  She liked the kissing, and she also
liked the soft stroking of her back that Stan was giving her.  It was
soothing and exciting at the same time.  She was glad about that.  She had
talked to her mother and told her that she thought now was the time.

   Stan, not knowing of her specific plan but saw that she had brought in a
tube of lube.  He figured that it was going to have to be used.  He wasn't
opposed to its use.  If she wants, who was he to deny her that which she
desired?

   Eventually, he had her on her back.  He took his time fondling her
chest. He enjoyed the flat chest of a girl.  He didn't know why, but he
wished that every girl he took to bed was as flat chested as Hendrika or
the girls he had back in New York.  He moved down to allow his mouth to
partake of the flat little boobies.  It was something they were both
enjoying.  But, all good things must end, but in this case, it really
wasn't going to be an ending.  He just moved down the line to the next
station on the line.

   He was pussy bound.  First, his hands pulled into the station and
explored the area.  His fingers on her thighs caused them to spread, then
it caused them to raise goosebumps on her.  Once he had her stimulated that
way, she was ready for more.  His fingers did the walking up and down the
lips of her pussy.  They dipped inside and ran around her there, before
they moved on up to her clit that was there waiting for him.  His fingers
gave her a little workout.  While his mouth was planting kisses down her
belly area, it worked closer to where she wanted him to be.  He finally got
there.  But his lower body was now near Hendrika's head.  When he took to
licking her lips.  She grabbed his hard and drooling cock and tried to
stuff it in her mouth.  When he moved over, closer to on top of her, she
was able to get more of it in her mouth.

   Meanwhile, he was licking those nether lips of hers, causing them to
part a bit and some of her pussy cream began to leak from inside her. 
Stan, not one to let such things go to waste, began to lick it up.  To get
at it better, he pointed his tongue and wedged it between those lips and
drilled down to the center of her femininity.  There he found what he was
searching for and partook of it enthusiastically.  He was taking all she
could give, but she wanted more.  She reached down, trying to take his ears
and pull him up to her clit, it was there waiting for him.

   He did her bidding and began to give his oral attentions to her not so
little clit.  But he didn't neglect her love hole.  He soon had it filled
with his finger as it stroked in and out of her.  Her channel was open, and
the river was flowing through the canal.  He pushed her hard with his lips
and tongue, as well as his fingers.  He pushed her over the edge into her
climax.  She had to stop sucking his cock while her body spasmed.  He
pulled out of her mouth so she didn't bite him while her body was doing
uncontrolled and uncoordinated movements.  But just because she couldn't do
any more purposeful activities didn't mean that he couldn't or didn't.  He
continued to work at her.

   When she was able she said, out of a creaky and squeaky voice, "Do me!"

   Stan, used to taking orders, moved around and mounted her.  He slid his
propeller into her shaft and started twisting.  He was giving her the best
of both worlds.  Her clit was getting to have a lovely time.  She also had
something deep in her pussy.  Whatever it was, it was sending her good
things in spades.  There was so much coming from there, it threatened to
overwhelm the messages sent by her clit.  It was all too much.  She had
just come down from a nice cum moments before.  Now she could feel that she
was building up to another.  She had feelings before she came and knew it
was coming and maybe how big the wave that was going to hit her.  But this
one she had no idea about.

   When it hit her, it was like a tsunami trying to drown her.  She let out
a screech for help, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" There was no mistaking whose
voice that was and what it meant.  Even over in the next room, her parents
gave each other a knowing smile.  But all that was way over Hendrika's
head, in fact, she was out of her head.  She lost all control of her body.
It was a good thing her mom had suggested she pee before going to bed, or
it would be wet.  It was going to be, anyway.  Her muscle contractions
included her pussy.  It was a tight fit before, something Stan liked, but
this was outrageously tight.  He wouldn't have been able to move in there
if it wasn't for the copious amount of fluid she had been making.  Only
that allowed Stan to continue forcing his pecker in and out of that
abnormally tight passage.

   So celebrating her orgasm, Stan shot his parade of baby makers into her,
not ready for baby uterus.  He had the day off yesterday, so today he was
loaded for bear.  She got it all.  She couldn't contain all of it.  Even
though the muscles in her tight pussy were trying to draw Stan and his
little buddies as deeply into her as she could, his churning was causing
some of them to leak out.  He didn't know about her, but this cum of his
was one for the books.  He didn't know if he could ever top this one.

   He lay on her for a minute, catching his breath, then he realized what
his weight must be doing to her.  He rolled off her.  She was now coming
more into herself.  She peppered his face with kisses in thanks for the
wondrous thing he had done with her.  Never had she felt like that.  But
goodness knows she wanted to be feeling it again and again.

   He moved over closer to the edge of the bed.  She followed and resumed
her normal sleeping position.  He took the other pillow for himself and
covered the two of them before he joined her in sleep.

   Stan was up first.  He let her sleep.  He headed off to the shower. 
When Stan was out of the bathroom, Hendrika got up and into the shower.  At
the table he got knowing little smiles from her parents.  Beatrix offered
him a larger than normal breakfast.  When he said something about the extra
trouble, she assured him that it was no trouble and that he must be hungry.

   Hendrika came out and joined them.  She got a nice smile from her
father, and her mother hugged her head to her belly, telling her that she
would have a nice breakfast for her grown-up girl.

   It was a pleasant day with more sunning and a little swimming.  They
went off looking for shells again.  Hendrika didn't walk as fast and from
time to time she showed little flashes of pain.  She didn't really hurt,
she was just a bit sore.  She had never used those muscles before like
that. But as they walked strolling the beach, the two pairs of them holding
hands.  Another thing that made her parents look at each other and smile.

   After dinner, Stan was the center of attention as he played and sang for
them.  Bedtime came, and they went to their respective rooms after visiting
the bathroom.

   Hendrika climbed into the bed, saying, "I liked what you did with me
yesterday, very much.  But today can we not do that.  I feel a little sore
there.  Is that alright?"He gave her his response by giving her a little
kiss on her lips, and one of his smiles.  He topped it off with a nod of
his head.  She felt reassured and lay next to him in what became their
usual sleeping positions.  Stan noticed that there was a fresh sheet on the
bed.  Beatrix must have gotten to the bed.  What a change from his mother,
he thought.  But the thought of his mother made him miss her just then.  He
drifted off to sleep, thinking of his mother.

   In the morning Hendrika was feeling much better and more frisky.  When
they went out to the beach, she was wanting to play tag and run about.  She
was more interested in teasing Stan than trying to make sure she had his
attention.  They sunned and swam.  Stan was having a nice vacation.  He
hadn't even thought of what day it was.

   That night after dinner, Beatrix had a surprise for him.

   "We heard that today is a special day for you," she told Stan.

   "What?" Stan said, "Where did you hear that?" he said, not
understanding what they were talking about.

   "A little bird told us that this is a special day for you," Johannes
said.  "Well, actually it was a man with a bird on his shoulder.  He told
me that today is your birthday."

   With that, Hendrika brought out a cake and placed it before him.  Just
as he taught them to sing for Hendrika, they sang Happy Birthday to him. 
Then it was time for cake.  They finished by playing cards.  They taught
Stan a common card game from the Netherlands.  He was teamed with Johannes
and they didn't do too bad, but they still lost to the team of the women.

   Hendrika was in the shower before Stan and was waiting for him when he
came in.  She had the overhead light off and the table lamp on.  When he
got into the bed, she was reaching for his cock.

   "You have such a nice penis here," she said, stroking what was his
flaccid tool.  But being in her hands, it was rapidly changing.

   "You be careful with that thing.  It's loaded.  Doing that you could
make it go off."

   "You can control where it goes off?"

   "Yes, most times.  If it is treated right, not the way you're fooling
with it," he said with a smile.

   "Then I should take better care of it," she said, dropping it and
moving up to kiss him.

   They spent the next while swapping spit and tongues.  She wasn't a bad
kisser, Ilse had taught her well.  Stan had those roaming hands and rushing
fingers going all over her.  Much to the delight of both of them.  Stan
loved to play with her little areolas.  He could find the little swellings
on her chest without having to look, as he had his eyes closed as he kissed
the young girl.

   He rubbed them, gave them little pinches.  He broke the kisses long
enough to wet his fingers to use them on those one cm across dark pink dots
on her chest.  Her nipples measured only a couple millimeters, but they
were wanting to make their presence known by standing up, to attract Stan's
attention.  They succeeded, they became the center of his attraction. 
Presently he broke off his kisses to move down to graze on the flat plains
of her chest, with its tiny hills.

   He hadn't stopped kissing, he was just redirecting where those kisses
would go.  He was hitting right on target.  But it wasn't just kisses she
was getting.  Just like with her mouth where his tongue and lips were in
action, so they were here, too.  The little pink spots were covered with
kiss and licks followed with sucks.  He was even giving little nips to the
tiny little nipples that were begging for his attention.  They were sending
messages to her brain and stimulating the pleasure center.  They were also
sending messages down to her kitty, telling her to get ready.  He would be
coming there soon enough.

   Sure enough, he did do that.  He crouched between her spread legs and
licked up and down her bald lips.  Once in a while, he would let his tongue
split her lips and plow a furrow between them.  Tickling her insides and
thrilling her at the same time.

   She was one ready teddy.  Her inner spring was flowing.  She was pulling
him down to her, his whole body not just his head.  He moved up, so he was
sitting up more.  He picked up her legs and held them so they were a
90-degree angle to her body.  He pulled her into himself.  He drove into
her, holding her up.  He moved up more, so he was more seated on his
hunches, while he held her so her butt was up off the bed.  In that
position, she was totally under his control.  He banged into her at his own
pace.  Sometimes that pace was fast but shallow.  Other times, he was
making it slower but deeper.  He would bounce her hips around so that he
was going in at different angles.  It confused the heck out of her, but it
felt so good.  He was driving her up a wall.  She was approaching that
point again.  She was going to blow.  Her face was turning red.  She was in
his power, but she was still moving all about, turning this way and that,
especially her head, the one part of her body she had full control of, not
that she could control it.  Stan bounced and thrust her into another
orgasm, and she let the world know it.  He didn't want her to be alone.  He
pushed a load of his cum into her.  He was making sure it went up into her
womb as he was in her as deep as could be.  The very tip of his cock was
pushing at the opening in her cervix.  As he cum he held her still for the
moment while he shot up into her.  By that time, she was already played
out. She was just his plaything at that point.  When he was finished, he
pulled back out of her and lay down.  She was able to function and curled
up to him.  They were both ready for sleep.

   In the morning they could spend at the sea, but after lunch they needed
to start packing up.  They got everything they brought, along with
Hendrika's sea shells into the car back home.  It was getting late when
they returned.  They dropped Stan off at his quarters.  Being as it was
dark, and they were in the back of the car, they could get away with it. 
Stan and Hendrika shared a nice long kiss before he got out and up into his
apartment style quarters.

   The next morning he was to go back into Germany to the air force base
and pick up the colonel.  On the way back to the Netherlands, the colonel
asked him, "Did you have a nice leave with the Van der Meers?"

   "Yes, sir, I did.  Sir, may I ask, did you know how they spend their
holidays, sir?"

   "Yes, I did Stan, my boy.  I thought you might like that trip."

   "Sir, they said that Johannes had talked to you about me.  That is so,
sir?  You kind of set me up there, didn't you, sir?"

   "Yes, that is true.  He wanted to know if I thought you would like to
spend time with Hendrika.  Yes, you were set up there a bit.  You liked it,
didn't you?"

   "Yes sir, I did, sir."

   "As long as you two had fun together, that's all that needs to be. 
Nothing further needs to be said about the matter."

   Stan drove.  As he did, he was wondering why he was set up by Johannes
and his colonel.  No matter, he had fun with a young girl and it was cool
with her parents and with his CO.  "I guess the old man is a pretty cool
guy," he thought.  Stan was glad he was transferred here.  It sure beat
being down in Bavaria.  In the Netherlands, the age for girls was younger.
So he could have the young ones that he liked.  There wouldn't be any
trouble.  How cool is that?