I awoke just before lunch time the following day, I'd slept for about fourteen hours, I found my old dressing gown on the wardrobe door and slipped it on before going downstairs.

Laura was sitting at the table in the kitchen talking to her parents, they all looked up and her dad smiled.

"Hya Frank, I take it you needed a good nights sleep."

"Yeah, I didn't realise I was so tired."

"Daddy!" and a tiny blonde haired bundle scrambled up onto my lap.

"My daddy cuddled me last night." she announced proudly and Laura laughed, "He cuddled me too."

Mother and daughter smiled at each other and I realised we were all smiling, I kissed Polly's head and asked what was for breakfast.

"I had a boiled egg and soldiers." Polly announced and I laughed again.

"I can see that."

"Right missy, wash that egg yolk off your face right this minute." Laura said sternly and blew me a kiss, "Come and look in the fridge darling, choose whatever you want."

The fridge stood about six feet tall and was stocked with everything you could think of from eggs and butter right up to mouth watering steaks courtesy of my father in laws smallholding.

"Oh God, I'd love a steak and eggs."

"Your wish is my command oh master." Laura laughed and her mother got up to help with a cup of tea whilst Laura's dad and I went out into the garden.

"This place is gorgeous." I said and he nodded, "Laura fell in love with it the moment she saw it."

"Your boss rang me last night Frank," he said sombrely, "He'd like you to call in when you've got a minute."

"Group Captain Bowers?"

"Yes, the very same."

"Any idea what he wants?"

"Yes I have Frank," he said thoughtfully, "But it's best if you hear it from him."

"Sounds mysterious."

"No not really, but I'll let him tell you."

"I was hoping to take Laura away for a few days before doing anything."

"Capital idea," he smiled, "Anywhere special?"

"I thought about the lake district, it's quiet there."

"Nice," he smiled, "But do me a favour, go and see your boss first."

"I take it he's got a job for me."

"Yes."

"Know what it is?"

"No," he smiled, "But I DO know that you weren't a prisoner of war for all of the four years you were posted as such."

"Ah."

"Frank I work for the government, of course I know."

"You worked for S.O.E?"

"Yes," he said with a smile, "I still have my flat in Baker St."

Author's note, (During WW11, the Special Operations Executive took over almost the whole of Baker St in Central London.)

"You crafty old sod," I laughed, "How much does Laura know?"

"At the moment, nothing, but I suspect we'll soon be disbanding and then it will be up to you, you can tell her as much or as little as you like."

Laura returned then with a huge steak and four eggs followed by Poppy who watched in awe as I demolished it.

"If I eat steak daddy, will I grow up big and strong like you?"

"No darling," I smiled, "You'll grow up to be as beautiful as your mummy."

That seemed to please her so she went away to talk to her dolls leaving the four of us around the table, I told Laura that I was going to see my boss out at R.A.F. Northolt and then we'd go up to the lakes for a few days.

"Can I come too?" came a small voice from the kitchen.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

"I don't know darling,God parents" Laura said with a smile, “You’d better ask daddy.”                                                                                                                  

"Can I daddy, pleeeeeaaase?"                 

Even at that age, she knew how to use those big eyes, so I left her and her mum to pack while I drove out to the airfield to see my boss.

The gate guard recognised me and waved me in, my boss was in the outer office chatting to a pretty civilian typist and welcomed me with open arms.

"Frank, how are you lad?"

I wasn't in uniform so I didn't salute, shaking his hand instead.

"Hello sir, you wanted to see me."

"Yes come in and sit down Wing Commander."

"Wing Commander?" I thought I'd heard wrong.

"As from your capture dear boy, orders from above and all that."

"I sniff a job coming up."

"Yes, you met Goering I believe."

"He looked in on my interrogation, I felt the kiss of his whip on my face."

"Why was he interested?"

"He wasn't, he loved watching his goons at work."

"Yes well all the job is for now anyway is for you to give evidence for the prosecution at his trial."

"And then?"

"We don't know yet, I'll be seeing you after the trials, go and enjoy your lovely wife and your manic little daughter."

"You've met them?"

"Yes," he chuckled, "I know it's a bit soon for you, but Laura asked me and my Godparents."

"I didn't know."

"Well you've got a lot of catching up to do, go off and enjoy them, give Poppy our love."

"I will thank you sir.”  and I left in a happier frame of mind than when I arrived.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

The following morning we set off in Laura's car and got as far as a place called Matlock where we stayed overnight in a pleasant little licensed bed and breakfast place.

After a lovely dinner, we walked around the town and spoiled our daughter with a big fluffy teddy bear and a picture book.

At about eight pm Poppy was yawning so she agreed it would be a good idea to go to bed and show her teddy some pictures before sleeping, it was almost impossible to concentrate on her while Laura sat in her panties and stockings repairing her makeup but I manfully struggled through until Poppy fell asleep.

"Let's go downstairs to the bar darling," Laura said with a smile as she fastened her dress, "I feel like a drink."

"Yes," I agreed, "I'd love a couple beers."

She leaned into me and kissed me on the lips.

"And then I shall require a damn good ravishing."

I patted her bottom playfully but she laughed and danced away, "Don't start for God's sake," she laughed, "Or we'll never get a drink."

It was only a very small bar but the seats were comfortable and the beer was lovely, Laura had a gin and tonic and watched me as I savoured my drink.

"You look like you're enjoying that,." said the landlord and when I told him it was my first in over four years he promptly tore our bar bill up.

"All your drinks are on the house tonight."

We protested but he was adamant.

It was a familiar story but none the less sad so we asked him to join us which he did after pulling himself a pint.

"So which camp were you in?" he asked and I told him that me and another pilot had escaped from a transit camp and had managed to make contact with the local French resistance.

"I was asked if I'd stay on and help coordinate some of our agents who were being dropped into occupied France."

"And did you?"

"Yes."

He saw the expression on Laura's face and asked if anything was wrong.

"No." she smiled, "But he's only been home for two days and this is the first time I've heard of his adventures over there."

But she squeezed my hand to let me know she wasn't too upset about my white lies.

"I've got him back now."

"I've heard a bit about those guys who parachuted into France," he said, "Brave men."

"Very brave," I agreed, "But a lot were women you know."

"Really?" he raised his eyebrows, "Wow."

"Yes," I said and felt myself warming to the topic, "After the D day landings, Das Reich, a crack SS tank division was ordered to the landings, SOE operatives sabotaged all their rail transport and they never got there, it may well have been a different story if they had."

"I've heard something about that, weren't they called Churchill's secret army?"

"So I gather," I said, "Special Operations Executive was their proper name."

"You should all have medals." he said but I laughed, "Believe me most of us are just pleased to be home, we lost lot a lot of men and women, some are still coming home of course."

Laura excused herself to go and check on Poppy and the landlord poured out another round of drinks, she was smiling when she returned and informed me that Poppy was sound asleep.

 Another couple of guests came in so our host went to serve them and Laura pressed something into my hand.

"A present for my very own hero." she whispered and I looked down to see her black panties in my hand!

This was a new Laura, a different woman to the somewhat shy girl I'd left behind in 1941, she was confident, sexy and she seemed very much aware of her own sexuality.

"I want a repeat performance," she whispered, "I've shaved myself."

"What, your legs?" and she nearly choked on her drink.

 "My pussy" she smiled, "Apparently it's all the rage."

"They shaved me when Poppy was born and I quite liked how it looked."

Under cover of the table, I slid a hand up beneath her dress, but only got as far as the tops of her stockings before she giggled and closed her legs.

"Pervert," she giggled, "What sort of a girl do you think I am?"

The sort I want naked." I replied and we both swallowed our drinks before saying goodnight and going up to our room.

Poppy was still sleeping soundly with her thumb in her mouth, I nipped down the corridor for a pee and when I got back she was under the covers peering out at me with big smiling eyes, I began stripping off when she whispered urgently, "Do you like it Frank?"

She pushed the covers off and was lying there with legs very slightly apart showing just the top of a beautifully smooth slit. "Beautiful" I croaked weakly and nearly broke my neck in my haste to get rid of my pants,

"Mmm." she murmered as I lay down and took her into my arms, "Something seems to have come between us."

"Shall I put it away somewhere?"

"You'd better." she breathed and I felt her legs opening for me.

"Oh Frank, oh my God Frank, ooh yes, that feels so good."

My cock felt like iron as I began moving slowly, drawing almost all the way out before pushing in again slowly, I felt her vaginal muscles squeezing me trying to hold me as we kissed hungrily.

"Don't leave me again Frank," she hissed, "I'll never manage without this."

"You won't have to," I whispered into her mouth, "I'm never leaving you again."

She pushed herself against me and gripped my buttocks digging her nails into my skin.

"Fuck me, darling," she gasped, "Fuck me Frank, fuck me hard."

I started to move faster as I slid both hands under her buttocks, she bucked and heaved against me, my finger prodded against her anus and she let out a squeal.

"Frank, oh fuck Frank I'm, I'm oh fuck yes Frank yesssssssssssssssssss."

My finger slid in up to the knuckle and I ejaculated just as a little voice said,

"Mummy you said a bad word!"