Free Forbidden Liaison: They lived and loved for the here and now by Patricia I. Smith Page B

you?’
    ‘I’m fine. How’s your day been?’ she asked.
    ‘The usual. It sometimes makes me feel more like a kindergarten teacher than an army officer,’ he replied.
    Izzy smiled. ‘Would you like some tea?’
    ‘Thank you, I would.’
    ‘Sit down,’ Izzy said, and Heinrich went to sit on the sofa which was placed at an angle to the range fire. An armchair was positioned opposite.
    Izzy made a pot of tea. ‘How many sugars?’ she asked.
    ‘Two please, but only a splash of milk,’ Heinrich replied.
    Izzy poured out the tea then placed a cup and saucer on a small round table at the side of the sofa. She went to sit on the armchair, putting her cup and saucer on the floor.
    ‘Do you mind if I smoke?’ he asked.
    Izzy shook her head.
    Heinrich got up to offer Izzy a cigarette. She took one and he held the lighter while she lit it, then he went to sit down again.
    The gramophone was one of those wind-up ones with a big brass speaker, and it suddenly began to wind down; the turntable turning so slowly it distorted the music to a dirge-like drone. Izzy went to take off the arm.
    ‘You like classical music,’ Heinrich said. ‘So do I.’
    ‘I’m rather partial to Vivaldi and Chopin,’ she informed.
    ‘I like Jazz,’ Heinrich replied. ‘But it’s considered the music of the devil by the people who govern my country. Mozart appeals more to their catholic tastes; conformist and unadventurous.’
    ‘I have some, more modern records,’ Izzy said.
    ‘May I look through them?’
    ‘Yes, they’re underneath the record player.’
    Heinrich got up from his seat after taking a slurp of tea to then flip through the records. He found a few by Al Jolson. He wound up the record player and put one on. Suddenly, ‘Oh, how we danced on the night we were wed, ’ rang out.
    ‘Dance with me,’ Heinrich said holding out his hand.
    Although Izzy felt self-conscious, she stood up smiling. She’d not danced in years and to be held and guided by a man after all this time, made her feel slightly giddy. Heinrich took her in ballroom hold and waltzed her slowly around the small area. As his head rested at the side of hers he could smell her. She smelled so fresh, so sweet. And the fact he had not been with a woman in over a year, he was worried he might ejaculate before he even started, or if he did get started he wouldn’t be able to reach a climax without he, or she, helping him out. It was either going to be fantastic, or a total disaster. Izzy too had reservations but she already felt wet and tingly, but if he touched her there she would immediately orgasm. 
    The music stopped. Heinrich looked into her eyes before kissing her lightly on the lips. Izzy responded. And as their tongues danced around the other’s mouth, Heinrich pulled his head away. At this point they both felt like ripping at the other’s clothing, but for some reason they held back. Heinrich then took hold of her hand to kiss it. ‘I want you,’ he said. ‘But not here, on the floor.’
    Izzy took hold of his hand and they both walked across the room to a door through which led to a small inner hall-way. Off it were two bedrooms. Heinrich followed her into one of them. Izzy began to undress, and so did Heinrich. He took off his tunic, boots, socks and trousers before his shirt. Then as he bared his left arm she saw it. The scarring which spread over his left shoulder, down the left side of his chest was ugly, even his wife hadn’t seen it properly. Izzy just looked at it as Heinrich stood naked, stock-still. He thought Izzy, too, would retreat and the moment would disappear altogether, and that she wouldn’t want to see him again. But Izzy’s face showed no distaste as she touched it; ran her fingers over the hard, puckered skin. Then she kissed it. Heinrich took her face in his hands; kissed her on the forehead. Izzy broke loose to pull back the sheets and blankets to lie on the bed, on her back. Heinrich gazed down at the milky white skin of her