The Nazi Spy by Alan Hardy

Author:Alan Hardy [Hardy, Alan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-14T22:00:00+00:00

18

Fiona was having a post-breakfast stroll in her lovely gardens.

The gardens were situated to the left of The Mansion, and she’d just had a brief word with William, the gardener, concerning the progress of the renovation-work in the rock garden.

It was a beautiful morning again, crisp and energizing. As she drifted along, she dreamt of her Matthew, which provided her with more than enough warmth. It was as if the sun’s rays were cutting through the chill to fondle her body.

He’d left at the crack of dawn to go back to his quarters, check for messages, and get in touch with HQ. She expected him to be joining her in the gardens at any moment.

She spent the time fantasizing over what he would be wearing when he would come hurrying into view around the corner of the house, or when she would spot him walking up the drive, his bobbing figure growing bigger and bigger as she watched him approach.

Would he be wearing his greyish-blue uniform—which Fiona loved to see him in—or would he be wearing what she called his ‘civvies’? Namely, his white shirt, grey, rather threadbare jumper, and black slacks, his black coat wrapped around them, pressed tightly over his gorgeous body? Mind you, that outfit seemed to be about his only ‘civvies’… Either he wore that one ‘civvy’ outfit, or the uniform. That was all he had. A typical young man, disinterested in clothes. She would sort him out later, Fiona told herself. She’d take him in hand.

She pictured his face. Soft, delicate features. Intense, intoxicating, blue eyes. Long, wavy, brown hair, swept back as was the fashion with the RAF boys. There was that almost feminine beauty to him. She didn’t mind. That was how she liked it. She couldn’t stand those muscular men striding manfully about with their firm chests and square shoulders, thinking they were God’s gift to women. And then, when they got you where they wanted you, slobbering and grunting all over you, they man-handled and abused your body while you could barely stop yourself throwing up…

Mind you, Matthew had a distinctive character. A dangerous character, even. He was selfish, determined, unforgiving. Ruthless. Vicious, even. That was what attracted her to him even more. She liked that. The survival of the fittest. Triumph of the will, and all that.

That was what had attracted her to the Nazis. Their ruthlessness. Their unfailing capacity to win. They had swept all before them. The Rhineland. The Sudetenland. Czechoslovakia. Even once the war had been declared, there had been no stopping them. Poland. Norway. Denmark. Belgium. Holland. France.

But they had stumbled in the summer of 1940. The first reverse. The RAF had given the Luftwaffe a bloody nose, and the Germans had had to shelve their plans to invade Britain. For now. The odds were still on them winning. But it was no longer inevitable.

It didn’t matter. Fiona just had to make sure she was on the winning side. And that Matthew knew his place. Which was by her side.

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