Chapter 3: Tony

Tony Nash had been born in Berlin to a German mother, and a British father. His father had been a diplomat in the British Embassy in Berlin for some years, and Tony had therefore spent most of his early life in Berlin. His family had moved back to England in 1928, to the family farm in Wiltshire which was run by his Aunt (his fathers sister) in conjunction with her own farm, which adjoined theirs. He had finished his schooling, and then gone on to Oxford. He subsequently decided on a career in the Royal Navy, and had gone on to Dartmouth the Royal Naval College, and his career in the Royal Navy.

He enjoyed his leaves from the Royal Navy and he very soon when he had time, started taking an active part in the farms management, together with his first cousin Jean an attractive brunette who was about his own age, and who was head over heels in love with her handsome cousin. Many of the local girls, including a few young married women set their hats at Tony, but he was a typical sailor and employed the philosophy "Love them and leave them."

He studiously avoided any long term romantic entanglements, especially as increasingly it was fairly commonly assumed that war was imminent. From 1937 onwards the armed forces were actively recruiting for the Territorial Army, and the RNVR was busy training weekend sailors. Contracts were being given to local engineering works for military supplies. The whole environment had people expecting war, but quietly and desperately hoping for peace.

Even in 1937 people were being encouraged to dig air raid shelters and schools and public buildings such as schools were pasting bandages over large windows, as a protection against flying glass from bomb explosions. Even Neville Chamberlains return from his ill fated meeting with Adolf Hitler waving a piece of paper and saying "Peace in our time" seemed only the signal to redouble the efforts in preparation for war...

Jean his cousin tried her hardest to get his attention, but Tony regarded her more like a sister. As far as he was concerned she was a good mate, and good fun, but no romantic thoughts ever occurred to him as far as Jean was concerned. Much to her secret regret. He was the man she wanted and she was prepared to wait if necessary.

Tony was bilingual and could easily pass as a natural German. One factor that had eluded his records, was that he was also fluent in French, and had a good working knowledge of Flemish as well. He realised in the early planning stages of the mission that somehow this did not seem to be known. He decided at the time, that it might be a good idea to keep the knowledge to himself and not even Anne-Marie was taken into his confidence...

He had won his VC when he was First Lieutenant of an S Boat, which had found her forward hydroplanes entangled in the cable of a floating mine. He had worked for an hour to free the cable in freezing water in the North Sea, and at great risk to himself. Undoubtedly he saved the lives of all his shipmates and the submarine. Shortly after this, he had been selected and taken his Perishers command course which he passed with flying colours, and he had been subsequently appointed to his first command. Later he was appointed to HMS Tenacious which under his command had been very successful, and he had received accelerated promotion.

Only the best officers were selected for the "Perishers course" and those who subsequently failed the course were returned to General Service. It was not a disgrace to fail, but the rule was that an officer could never ever serve in submarines again, after failing a command course...

One factor in Tony's favour for this operation, was the fact that prior to the war he had visited Germany frequently to visit his grandparents and friends. He knew his way round Berlin well, and had on several occasions as a young boy, gone on holiday to Bavaria and the Black Forest with his grandparents. For a time he had considered studying at the University at Heidelberg, but his parents had pointed out that a career in the Royal Navy was best served by studying at a British University.

There was an element of truth in the fact that he did have many friends and family who as far as he knew were still alive in the Berlin area. In fairness Tony had since the start of war worried a lot about his grandparents, and cousins in Berlin, and he vowed that given the opportunity, he would pay them a visit if this operation went ahead. He had written letters to be sent via Switzerland, but had never received any replies.

Now on the first night of his marriage to Anne-Marie, he lay in bed as she slept with her head on his shoulder, he had to admit that in the few hours that he had known her, she was getting under his skin, and he was quite quickly becoming quite fond of her. Their lovemaking was mind blowing, and Anne-Marie so far seemed to be the perfect wife.

He shifted his body slightly to get her head into a more comfortable position. She was not totally asleep, but moved down his body and for the third time that night she had his cock in her mouth and licking and sucking him with enthusiasm.

Suddenly she stopped and walked to the window to look at the flashing of shells and the crump of bombs as the Luftwaffe once again visited Portsmouth. Turning she walked back to the bed and taking her nightdress in both hands she pulled the silk garment over her head, tossing it on the floor behind her in one swift fluid movement before she reached down and took his head in her hands. She kissed him with unrestrained passion.

"Damn you Tony Nash what have you done to me?"

As she kissed him again and again.

"I can not afford to fall in love in my job, and you are making me feel very vulnerable."

Tony looked up at her as she stood naked in the faint light of the moon through the window.

He held out his arms "Oh, God, Anne-Marie, I've fallen for you in a big way. We could lose it all."

"I know I love you, but we must not let is show too much when we get over the other side."

"I want you so desperately, even though I should know better."

Tony said. "We can only live for now. I'm here and you are here, and the moon is shining, lets not waste it."

"Yes. Thank God, we have these few nights to ourselves"

She crawled up on the bed on her hands and knees.

Her full breasts, tipped with moonlight, hung down just inviting his attention and he reached for them greedily.

As he did she fell forward on top of him. She lay with the full length of her breasts pressed against his body. Feeling his hardness probing against her thighs. For some moments he caressed and fondled her. Enjoying her rigid nipples, the full roundness of her breasts, the warmth at the nape of her neck, the hot liquid wetness of her thighs. She lay still accepting his caresses, responding hotly. Her lips parted, her tongue pushed between them, she kissed his mouth and along his chin, his adams apple, and the lobe of his ear She closed her fingers over his on her breasts.