My stepsister promises to be a good girl in bed

My stepsister promises to be a good girl in bed He gritted his teeth and walked all day. A little more. Half an hour ago he and his comrades were still providing aerial protection for a convoy of tankers carrying gasoline from Benghazi to Tobruk, for it was useless to advance the front if the blood of war, as gasoline was still called, did not arrive on time. It was about five meters wide and clearly if he walked on it he would no longer suffer from the heat. If it hadn’t been for the water jug that filled up daily with cool, fresh water, he might have thought it was just a figment, but so? No, he had made no mistake. Pretty girl, he thought. But I will stay with you.”

“You shall do so,” replied Robert, unconvinced, and set resolutely on his way. Robert listened carefully to the engine noise as the German passed him, but there was nothing suspicious. If it hadn’t been for the water jug that filled up daily with cool, fresh water, he might have thought it was just a figment, but so? He looked for a place to sleep and just before the sun went down he felt Melina’s fingers once more and heard her voice again:

“Good night and take care! His eyes were sore from so much sun, and because the scarf had slipped from