God is on Our side

Chapter 7

I could not possible avoid contact with the two cleaning ladies that worked for Liz and just occasionally, Liz would go away for the off day or night with work for her charities. Meanwhile I was still having occasional sex with Heidi when the opportunity arose.

One night I got home, and found a note from Liz that she had to go up to town for a Red Cross Meeting and that she arranged with Zoe to make my dinner. I had met Zoe several times before and she was a bright young girl in her early twenties, slim, dirty blonde hair cut in the popular page boy style with a broad cockney accent, and who like her work colleague was married to a serving RAF man. He was an aircraft fitter so she told me, and as I ate she sat with me and we chatted. She was very bright and was very good company. She seemed to be in no hurry to get home, and so after she had washed up, I invited her for to stay for a drink.

We sat and talked and after a couple of drinks we sort of gravitated together. I am not quite sure what happened, but to the best of my recollection she made the first move. Her eyes were full of lust as she reached for me and she literally threw her arms round my neck and attacked my mouth with her lovely full lips. Soon we were both naked and somehow I thought she looked much younger than when she was dressed. Without her clothes Zoë’s breasts looked quite small and firm, each breast had a firm tiny nipple which was very kissable.

She leaned down for my cock as I lay back on the couch enjoying the warmth of her sucking A moan forced its way from my mouth as her mouth bobbed up and down the length of my cock. "It's the biggest one I've ever seen and I‘ve seen a few." she said between licking my cock and fondling my balls."

My cock grew in her mouth. And realising that I was on the point of cumming she stopped
"Not just yet, Alan. Not just yet!" She smiled when she realized that I was leading her to her ladyship’s bed. I lay her back gently on top of the counterpane and stretched out next to her. My cock, still wet with her saliva, throbbed gently against her thigh as our lips met again. Her tongue crammed itself insistently into my mouth. My finger trailed down her flat, firm belly, blazing a trail through her thick brush of pubic hair.

I quickly found her clitoris, and soon I had her moaning loudly into my mouth. I plunged first one finger, then two, deep into her pussy. Her secretions dribbled out of her, down the crack of her ass to form a mess on the counterpane...

Her moans got louder as I took a tiny nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. I greedily licked and nibbled it gently. I moved, kissing my way down her smooth, belly. "Oh-h-h Go-o-od!" she cried as my tongue licked her sexy, navel. She was nearly out of her mind as my nose led my tongue through her tangled mass of pubic hair searching for her clitoris A low scream came from her throat as I gave it all the loving I could.

She grabbed my head with both hands, forcing my nose into her cunt. My tongue worked overtime. She bounced her hips insanely. Her head whipped back and forth as moans came from her mouth. Her juices flowed out of her cunt wetting my face and which I did my best to swallow. "Oh, God, oh God, Alan," she cried. "Fuck me, Give me your cock! I need it! I need it bad!!"

That was all the invitation I needed. Her juices dripped off my chin as I quickly mounted her. I grabbed her thighs, spread them as wide as they'd go, and pushed gently into her all the way as far as I could go. She sucked in her breath but she quickly regained her composure and locked her ankles behind my buttocks, drawing me further into her. I fucked her at a furious pace.

She moaned loudly as she had orgasm after orgasm again and again. Her cunt leaked copious amounts of her love juice, then I came in a furious spending as I pumped load after load of my juices into her.
Suddenly, it was all over. I jammed my cock into her as far as I could. I felt another orgasm arrive as my cock expanded painfully. Joyful spasms of intensely painful pleasure broke over me.

Zoe and I lay there for a long time as we recovered our breath. Suddenly we heard the crunch of tires on the gravel outside and Zoe jumped up and said “It’s her ladyship.” Fortunately Liz took her time paying off the taxi, and I feigned sleep while Zoe threw a fresh counterpane on the bed and opened the window to get the smells out of the room.

I dashed to the shower and when Liz arrived I was rubbing myself down with a fluffy towel. She kissed me passionately. “I could not stop away from you darling. I will have to go back in the morning for the rest of the conference.”

After she had recovered her breath she said “Darling I feel more married to you that I was to my wedded husband. So I have bought you a ring to seal our union, and as a thank you for all the happiness you are giving me.” It was a wonderful ring, it was a quite wide gold ring and engraved inside were the words. “A gift to my loving partner with love. Liz” It fitted perfectly on my third finger of my left hand.
“How did you manage that?” I asked her.
“When you were asleep a week ago I measured your finger with a piece of ribbon.”
I was almost choked with her display of affection, and at that moment I resolved that there was no other woman for me in my life. I felt so guilty at having affairs with other women and cheating on this wonderful lady.

The next few weeks passed quickly Liz and I grew closer and for me on-one existed outside our union. Heidi was not very pleased, but she accepted my explanation and having met Liz and me together, she was resigned to the fact that we had something special going for us.

My Birthday rolled round very quickly and I had the day free. The sun was shining and so once again we got on our bicycles and with a picnic basket we set off for our favourite spot by the lake. It was a wonderful eighteenth birthday, and we made love time after time, there was a cool breeze across the lake and once again Liz had somehow managed to procure a feast from somewhere with a small iced cake for my birthday .We were just packing up when there was a roar of aircraft engines and I briefly heard a burst of machine gun fire.

I don’t know how much longer it was when I woke up. I was in a hospital ward and somehow I know that I was back in the year 2000. I heard a soft female voice say. “Welcome back to the land of the living Tony.” I opened my eyes and I saw a very lovely looking nurse looking down at me. In some way, she looked slightly familiar, and then as I looked down I saw a charming looking elderly lady holding my hand.

She gave me a kindly smile which lit up her face, immediately I recognised her. The years had not diminished her beauty, but like a good wine Liz had matured over the years.
“She whispered Alan.” I just nodded, as I felt a needle in my arm and I slipped away into a long peaceful sleep. I flitted in and out of consciousness for the next two or three days. Then one day I woke up feeling much stronger. For a while I wondered whether it had all been a dream, but as I looked down at my hand, there was the ring that Liz had given me.

The lovely nurse was there and she introduced herself as Donna. She said “My Grandma has been sitting by your bed and looking after you for the past week. I don’t want you to upset her, but she thinks that you are her lost love who was killed by a bullet from an aircraft back in 1942. However the real facts are that you were knocked down by a drunken driver, and with luck you should soon be able to leave hospital.”

I said nothing, but the feeling began to find a way into my consciousness that something incredible had happened to me, something that defied explanation, and now I wondered how I was going to handle it.
I did not see Liz for a couple of days, and I learned that Donna had deliberately forbidden her Grandmother to see me until my recovery was more assured.

But love will always find a way and so Liz did eventually manage to visit me. She sat by the bed and she looked at me and said
“How did you get that ring?”
I had already thought through how I should handle this so I said.
“It was given to me by an incredibly beautiful lady called Liz who was the love of my life. But it was in another life and now I believe I see that Lady sitting by my bed.”
I took off the ring and gave it to her. She put some spectacles on and looked very carefully at the inscription.

“Yes, this is definitely the ring that I gave to my lover I knew as Alan”
I nodded and I took her into my arms.
“Yes Liz darling it was me, and I am not quite sure what happened to us, but I will try and explain.”
I talked for a long time, and Liz asked me a lot of very personal questions which only Alan could have answered.
It was a very angry Nurse Donna who tried to break our conversation up.
Liz said. “Don’t be impudent girl. I want you to meet your Grandpa, so show him some respect.”

It took a long time to convince a very skeptical Donna of what we had discovered. The next day she brought her mother (my daughter) in to meet me and when I was discharged Liz insisted that I go back to live with her during my recovery .My daughter Cindy was a doctor and she was there to oversee my recovery together with Donna.

We eventually concluded that God had sent me back in time for a specific purpose and apparently unknown to me at the time, some of the work I had been doing at Bletchley Park and the input I managed to make to understanding the new enigma machine went a long way to winning the war. I did agree that we should have DNA tests and while they conclusively proved that Liz was Cindy’s mother, my DNA as Tony did not appear in any of the tests.

Some of my acquaintances at Bletchley Park were still alive. Many of the European women had gone back to their own countries after the war. Heidi was still alive although now she was quite old and had remarried. The professor had been knighted for his work and I did learn that I had been awarded a posthumous honour for my contribution to the war effort.

I spent the next two years with Liz and her family, and before she died Liz did insist that I visited my own grave and we put flowers on my grave. It was all very confusing, but as Liz said one day. The Lord works in a mysterious way, so perhaps it does prove that “God was on our side” after all?”

I became an integral part of the family and Donna and I eventually married with Liz’s approval, and had two children a boy and a girl. My love for Liz never waned, and it was a sad day for all of us when she passed away. In the days after the funeral as we went through her possessions I was able to identify a lot of them and tell the girls much more than their grandmother had done about where they had come from.

As we sat round one night at a family get together Cindy with her irrepressible humour suddenly said
No-one would ever believe that my Son in Law is my father and his children are my Great Grandchildren would they? I said well no-one would believe that my Mother in Law is my daughter and my wife is my Granddaughter. But who cares we are not going to talk about it are we?