Chapter 6

Time moved on and once again Christmas was fast approaching. I had recovered a little more enthusiasm for my work and I had found lodgings not to far away from the office. I steadfastly refused to consider what I would do at Christmas. But on the fateful Sunday 7th November 1941 the news broke about the attack on Pearl Harbour. The free world was stunned, however the fact that America was now in the war was a devastating blow for Hitler, and a terrific boost for British Morale.

It was two days later that I was called to see the Professor and a civilian intelligence officer who went by the title of Colonel Nene. The civilian was not at all keen on having the Professor there, but I insisted I needed him there as I trusted him.

The Colonel commended me on my actions both by capturing the Luftwaffe officer. Breaking the codes in the letters, and by discovering Carol's part in recording conversations in the café and passing them on to the enemy. Apparently there were hidden microphones under the three tables used by the MOD staff, and all conversations were recorded. Unfortunately some MOD staff did talk about their work among themselves, and inadvertently passed on vital intelligence to the enemy. Carol later admitted that she was an active member of the IRA, and came from Dundalk in the Republic of Ireland, and not Newry in Northern Ireland. I believe that she was later executed as a spy.

The Colonel then said. "However, you are displaying a level of intellect and maturity far in excess of your age, but we are still concerned that you should be supervised in your private life by an adult who can look after your physical welfare. The Professor says you want to join the Navy, but you will serve your country better by staying with us. So we would ask you to reconsider. We can apply for you to be exempt"

"We have a solution which we think will allow you to be looked after properly, and also carry out an intelligence assignment for us at the same time. You see you are still technically a junior. Now we have a proposition for you, that we would like you to consider. We have a lady, who is German born, but she is also an American citizen and she is married to a Colonel in the British Army serving in Burma. Now under normal circumstances we would either send her back to the USA, or intern her, because she still has parents and brothers in Germany.

"She has agreed to take you to live with her, and I am sure that you will be very comfortable. We don't want you searching her private possessions or anything, but just keep your eyes and ears open. She is a lovely woman and she also is my sister in law, but that apart, we still have to screen her. The decision not to extradite her or intern her has been rather controversial, but this way we can always say that we have kept her under close observation."

She has done nothing to make us consider interning her, but we have a few lingering doubts because of her family connections. We would like you to lodge with her, and at the same time you can either confirm, or allay our doubts."

I looked at the professor and he said. "Sounds OK to me and you would continue to work with us here." The Colonel said quietly. "No the estate is near Bletchley Park and we think it is better that we transfer you there, but you will be doing similar work. You are being moved up two grades so you will get a significant increase in pay, and we are also recommending you for a bravery award"

And so two days later after finishing work and after saying goodbye to all my work colleagues I packed my few remaining possessions, and I was taken to meet Lady Elizabeth Nene. I had been given basic information about her in a three hour briefing and shown photographs, but I was in for a massive shock when I arrived. The photographs did not do her justice.

My MOD car dropped me at the front door of this massive house at Himley Park which was the estate of the absent Colonel and their country home, and I waited with some trepidation for the front door to open. The door opened and I was faced with one of the most beautiful ladies I had ever met.

She stood there looking at me for about thirty seconds and then she said "Yes:"

I came to myself with a start as I gazed at this lovely apparition that had opened the door for me. She was not at all what I had been expecting, and had left me a little speechless.

"I presume that you are Alan, if so please do come in."

She said a trifle impatiently. "Don't stand there like a love struck teenager."

She stepped aside and opened the door fully. I did not hesitate, but entered quickly, very aware of the blackout regulations, as I gazed at my future landlady. I thought I had better check that I was in the right place and talking to the right person.

"I presume that I am talking to Lady Elizabeth Nene?" I asked quietly.

"Yes dear boy you are." She replied as I followed her into a large well lit, well furnished lounge.

A coal fire burned in the large fireplace and their was soft music playing in the background.

"I only had a small suitcase with my very few possessions in it.

"It is nice to meet you Alan. I will take you to your room and you can have a shower and change."

"I am afraid that I have nothing much to change into." I told her.

"We were bombed out and I lost all my clothes I have been given some extra clothing coupons, but have had little time or money to purchase new clothing."

"Yes I know, and I am truly sorry for your loss. Well shower anyway, and I will find you something you can change into, and I will drop them on your bed and then I will see you downstairs."

After the shower I went back into the bedroom, and all I saw was a large fluffy bath towel on the bed, and the lovely Lady Elizabeth still there standing by the window in the shadow watching me...

"A large part of the house is closed down for the war period and my husbands clothes are all packed away, so you will have to manage with the towel tonight. Go on, I wont peep much, and I warn you I lie" she gave a little laugh."

She gave a rather salacious laugh "Anyway if a woman wants to interrogate a man, the first thing is to get their pants off you have them at a psychological disadvantage. I must admit that you are not what I expected, and I do intend to interrogate you."

I blushed, but I dried off without exposing too much of me and tucking the towel round my waist, I followed her downstairs to join her in the lounge. I had naturally assumed that when the Colonel had given me this assignment that my landlady would in all probability be an older woman. I must admit I had a funny feeling of anticipation when I gazed at this beautiful lady.

Her black satin robe was partly open, showing clearly the black nightdress of the same material underneath, both of which contrasted wonderfully with her dirty blonde page boy cut hair. I noticed that she had lovely blue eyes that I guessed could on occasion look like splinters of ice to anyone who crossed her...

She was not wearing any make-up, and in this setting and this environment I was already beginning to think that this assignment may well be beyond me. I was being really affected by her, as I sat waiting for her to speak.

"Are you shy Alan/"

"I don't think so my Lady."

"Call me Elizabeth Alan please, or Liz I don't really mind..."

"I live here on my own and I have two young ladies who are daily helps and come in every day. My husband is in the Army in Burma and I spend most of my time helping in local charities."

"I must admit that I am a bit shy at all of a sudden having a handsome young man in my house, and I must admit that when I heard of your tragedy, and the fact that you do such an important job, I volunteered to have you come and live here. You see I wanted to meet this teenage hero."

"I am only seventeen." I replied shyly.

"But you do a really important job so I am told, and you recently captured a German airman."

That is why I was approached, because they felt that you needed a responsible adult to help you until you are a bit older, which is a bit of a laugh as I am only five years older than you."

She shifted her position on her chair and her robe her robe slipped open and subtly displayed her smooth, shapely legs. The neckline of her gown was disconcertingly low, and contrasted strikingly with her milk white bosom. I realized I was staring, and jerked my eyes up to her face. She saw my confusion, and smiled again.

"It is all right," she said quietly "I want you to feel comfortable here. You might as well get used to me now."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," I stammered, trying to cover my embarrassment.

"It really is all right," she assured me "I like men to look at me. Don't worry, if looking at me helps you relax and feel comfortable, be my guest. "I have not had an eligible man look at me for months now and I am going to enjoy it.

She gave a low musical laugh and moved over to sit next to me on the settee. I could feel myself blushing as erotic thoughts ran through my mind, and my cock became erect under my covering towel... She gave a low laugh and placed her right hand on my thigh.

"Alan I dressed like this especially for you tonight. I enjoy having men look at me. I like to see their reaction. I especially wanted to see yours, if you are going to be living here with me."

"I was very conscious of the hand that was now resting on my thigh and I saw that she was gazing steadily into my eyes as she said.

"And I expect that you would like to look at my breasts wouldn't you?"

Boldly I replied. Liz I think you are trying to seduce me, and if you really are, I will admit I would." I replied.

"Of course you would" she repeated with mock coyness.

"I can tell, with that reply that although you may only be seventeen, you do not lack experience," she went on as her cool fingers started boldly fingering my erection.

"But Alan I believe that you are already turned on without looking at my boobs."

My eyes dropped to her lap in response to the implicit suggestion.

"Are you trying to see if I have any panties on?" she teased.

I could feel myself blushing."" Yes I did wonder." I responded feeling a surge of confidence flow into me.