It was currently 1955, ten years after World War Two ended. You and your boyfriend John were currently lying on the sofa together watching the TV. John had his hands running through your hair, giving you light kisses on your neck.

John had been a soldier fighting in the war, which always worried you sick. But whenever you got your weekly letter from him, a slight relief was lifted, knowing he was okay. You had to keep your relationship a secret because of the fact that being gay is illegal, but John would fight to the death for you.

"Darling?" He mumbled into your neck. "What did you do for work while I was away fighting?" He asked. "I already told you. I worked on the farms." You explained. But you hadn't worked on the farms at all.. you had worked in Germany.. fighting against John all that time. "Then I guess you wouldn't mind going on holiday to Germany then?" He muttered.