Chris managed to board a fishing boat bound for German after paying a higher price than usual.
Although the German navy was not very powerful and couldn't directly confront the Royal Navy of Great Britain, if they approached directly to the border near Germany, there would be naval interceptions. At this mont, it requires an experienced boatman to navigate around them.
They were getting ready to leave when a woman in a long trench coat hurried over and asked to co aboard. Her face was beautiful, and her figure was hidden beneath the coat, giving her an attractive silhouette. She wore bright lipstick, light makeup, and exuded a weathered charm. The temperant was sowhat elegant, with a strong mature woman flavor coming out, and this mature flavor is irresistible.
Chris felt a sense of familiarity, but couldn't rember ever having t her before.
The two of them sat in the cabin, accompanied by the ship's captain and his wife, who served them fish soup.
"Thank you," Chris said as he lifted the soup to his lips and considered his next plans.
"We may have to take a detour ahead as the German Navy patrols the area for security." The captain explained. The elegant woman nodded silently and lit a cigarette. In those days, only wealthy won or prostitutes smoked. Ordinary won refrained from smoking so as not to add to their family's burden.
Chris also lit a cigarette, and the two of them sat in the hut and smoked away.
Four hours later, they reached the shore, which was already dusk.
Chris gave the captain so extra money and said, "Thank you, you're a good man."
The captain happily accepted the money and replied, "Thank you, you're also a very good passenger. If you want to take a car, you'll have to walk twenty miles ahead. There's a town over there."
"Thank you!" Chris waved his hand and continued on his way.
The elegant woman followed, keeping her head down and glancing around frequently, as if she were avoiding soone's pursuit.
Chris felt confused, but didn't pay much attention. While he appreciated mature won, that didn't an he was going to stop his journey for every woman he t. A mature woman should be both beautiful and sophisticated, and a woman who is not beautiful can be considered a mature woman, or at least need temperant.
Chris wouldn't settle for an ordinary woman without remarkable qualities. His mother and a few aunts were all of a decent level of good looks, so he saw no reason to commit himself.
After walking for about twenty minutes, Chris noticed that the elegant woman was still following him, "Madam, why are you following ?" Chris asked with a furrowed brow.
"I'm not following you; you're just going the sa way I am" The elegant woman replied, keeping her head down and avoiding eye contact with Chris.
"Is that so? There are plenty of roads here, yet you insist on following and claim it's not stalking. Fine, do what you want, just don't get in my way." Chris said, turning away.
Another ten minutes passed and the sound of a car engine reached their ears. With sharp eyes, Chris saw vehicles in the distance with swastika (卐) flags flying. It was the emblem of the German Nazi army.
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