LITMIR.BIZ

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one folder she had removed to my possession, but now returned to its correct place, hidden from requests under the 30 years Act back at Hanslope Park. I hadn’t told the investigation team about the folder. I had checked that it had arrived as it should have done and not spirited away as suspiciously as it had arrived.

      I have no idea why, but I couldn’t take the result of the deep check team as I should have. It was just something about the folder, its contents and lack of any routing record. Something in my mind wasn’t right with that part of her story. So I decided there should a test, a test for Jenny. A bait was needed to draw her out if she was anything but what she appeared.

      Early June, now almost five months into this project, I phoned to ask Karen to arrange for me to see Jenny.

      “Come over to my home for dinner Friday evening, we’ll make a night of it,” Karen suggested. This was perfect, I would have the chance to “loosen Jenny up” with drinks and some fun. Best of all I’d stay the night and be with the love of my life. Karen wanted me to stay, but she had no idea I was going to set up Jenny with a bait trap.

      “Karen, do you trust me?” I asked on the phone to her.

      “Of course I do, I couldn’t work with you if I didn’t. I trust you completely,” she replied.

      “Whatever happens I need you to trust me and that there is a reason for everything I do. I may flirt a bit with Jenny” I told Karen.

      “Oh, you still don’t trust her,” Karen got it right away, there was no pulling the wool over her eyes. It was almost that she could read my mind.

      “OK, do what you have to do, flirt all you like, but trust me, she is my best friend, I know her better than anyone, you’ll see,”

      “I ask nothing but your trust, I love you, but I have to do something to allay my feelings that she is more than she seems, these are strong feelings, you know me and when I get this feeling there’s always a reason,” we weren’t arguing, we never did. Karen was just torn between loyalty to her best friend and me. I understood that and couldn’t get cross with her for standing up for her friend.

      The following Friday evening, I arrived at Karen’s flat loaded with bottles of wine, chocolates and flowers for both girls. Jenny answered the door intercom and buzzed me in, I went by the lift to the fourth floor and Jenny was already waiting at the open door to Karen’s flat. She looked very attractive, really cute in a black tight-fitting top and mini skirt, she had the sexiest tanned legs, shapely and fit looking. I kissed a greeting on Jenny’s cheek, she smelt very nice too, she was wearing an expensive perfume her whole image was sexy and irresistible. As I kissed her, I said how nice she looked and passed her the flowers and some chocolates. June 1976 was a hot and dry summer, swelteringly hot, entering the flat it felt nice and cool as there was air conditioning, it was comfortable after the heat of the London streets outside. Karen’s flat always had a comfortable feel, the colour scheme was relaxing, she knew what she was doing when she decorated the place and I learnt a lot from her about how colours can set your mood.

      Karen was in the kitchen, if Jenny looked sexy this girl outshone her ten times over. Everything about her was perfect, her hair was down today, which I didn’t get to see very often, shiny and healthy, her makeup couldn’t be faulted and her face as pretty as any Hollywood star. Her figure was just pure sex, she wore a white loose shirt like a men’s shirt, with almost too many buttons undone, so that a little too much boob could be seen, but what the hell it’s her home, she can dress as she likes. She also wore a short dark purple mini skirt, and her legs as sexy as any, tanned and perfect in every way. She was barefooted and looking busy but not stressed as she cooked, in control as always. I moved into the kitchen stood behind her and kissed her on the neck, she tilted her head to the side to allow me to kiss longer than just a greeting, I could see her smile, her perfect white teeth the kind only celebrities have and her perfume was working its charm on me. Karen greeted me

      “Hi Andy, good to see you, perfect timing food is almost ready, five minutes and I’ll join you. Want to pour some wine? There’s cold white in the fridge or red in the rack in the lounge. We both have glasses already,” I knew to make myself at home, Karen liked me to feel at ease and treat the place like it was mine. I wished so much I could be a permanent part of her life. Jenny was stood smiling at the kitchen door and walked with me through to the lounge, where she handed me her glass for a top-up of red wine. We chatted about nothing special as I, with my back to her, poured three red wines but into Jenny’s, I added half a tot of vodka, I hoped she wouldn’t taste it too much. Jenny moved the conversation onto Nazis.

      “Have you found anything yet Andy?” she sat down on the sofa, folding her suntanned legs under her, revealing very sexy thighs and her short skirt high up on her legs revealing a hint of a white pantie beneath.

      “Well, yes but the information isn’t complete enough to give to you. I have to confirm what I have” I said

      “Oh, who is it, Hitler?” she enquired

      “No, I do have information on Hitler, that is still a bit sketchy at the moment. I have another Nazi, but you are only interested in Hitler I thought?” I knew what I was telling her, I wanted to draw her into my trap

      “Well if you have found any Nazi’s then I’m interested of course,” she continued.

      “No, I’ll tell you when I am sure and have the address confirmed,” I teased

      “You have an address, oh come on you have to tell me,”

      I had every intention of telling Jenny the address, but I wanted to see how far she would go to get the information. For now, I’d pretend to be investigating even though my investigations were complete on this particular Nazi.

      “Andy,” she said in one of those female ‘promise of something more if you give me what I want’ voices.

      “Don’t be such a tease, who is it?”

      At that Karen entered the room with perfect timing though she had no idea how perfect.

      “If you two would like to come to the table dinner is served,” she said putting several dishes onto the laid table in the corner of the lounge room. The room was plenty big enough for the 4 seat round dining table in one corner under an overhead light.

      I got up and moved to the table to end the line of talk leaving Jenny looking forgotten, but I was certain she had plans to get the information from me, and I wanted to see how she would do that, how desperate she would be to get anything I had on Nazis.

      Karen announced the menu,

      “Osso buco veal shanks braised with vegetables, white wine and broth, with risotto alla Milanese,” wow, Karen could cook too, there was no end to her talents, what an incredible lady. We sat at the table to one side so we all had a view outside through the full-length floor to ceiling window. Me between the two ladies, I was a lucky man today. During the meal, Jenny tried hard to find out how my project to find Hitler was proceeding. I wasn’t going to tell her anything, so she changed tack and tried to work on Karen.

      “How hard has Andy been working on this, it sounds like he’s done so much?”

      “He hasn’t allowed it to interrupt his normal work, but I think the progress is good,” I knew she had done more than I on this project, I think it intrigued her more than me, or maybe she just wanted to help her friend, I don’t know.

      The main course was followed by lemon meringue pie, my favourite, and Karen knew it. I loved this woman.

      I kept the wine coming, each time I topped up the glasses, I secretly dropped half a tot of vodka into Jenny’s drink and it was beginning to take effect.

      After the meal, we all helped to clear the table and tidy the kitchen, it didn’t take long as Karen had cleared up as she cooked, so it was just the serving dishes and plates to sort out. The talk was becoming more amusing and Jenny was asking more questions about Germans but also being quite amusing in her manner, definitely becoming more flirtier with me. I don’t know how Karen was feeling but I was a little uncomfortable with it, but during

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