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rock- hard. She slipped down a little further, then, pla c ing her arms around his neck again, she locked her legs around his waist and took him inside her. This time it was slower and not so urgent for Jack. Amy came in a murmu r ing rush of words. “Oh, I need, I want, Oh, God, I want it. ” She came to a shuddering climax.
    As they walked back to the school dance hall, Jack looked for the first time at his watch. “Shit, ” he said . “I ’m half a n hour late. Mum will kill me! ”
    Amy smiled. “Why don ’t you blame me? ” she replied. “Anyway I want to meet your mother. ”
    â€œNot now. She ’ll guess what we ’ve been doing. ”
    Amy, undeterred, followed Jack to the car where Helen stood waiting. “Where have you been, Jack? You should have been here long ago. Dad will be waiting for us. And who is this? ” said Helen, looking Amy up and down.
    â€œHello, Mrs. Riordan, ” said Amy with a knowing smile. “It ’s so nice to meet you. Jack and I have hit it off really well. I ’m Amy O ’Neil. My Dad is relieving manager at the National Bank. I believe you have your account there. ”
    Helen said, “Nice to meet you , Amy, now we must be on our way. Can I give you a lift? ”
    â€œNo , thanks, ” she replied, “It ’s only a short way. Goo d night, Jack, thanks for the walk. ” She gave him a prim han d shake, turned on her heel and walked away.
    Helen looked at Jack suspiciously. “What have you been up to, my boy? ” s he asked . “That girl is a bit too saucy for her own good. I ’d watch that one if I was you. ”
    For the rest of the summer, Jack and Amy took every chance to meet and make love. She gently taught him things he had n ’ t believed possible, teaching him all he needed to know to pleasure her. The things she could do with her lov e ly body knew no bounds. As February approached, Jack pr e pared for his last year at school. He drove into town for one last visit to Amy.
    â€œLet ’s make this one special, ” she said; and she did. Jack said he couldn ’t wait for the school holidays to come. “I won ’t be here, ” said Amy. “Dad ’s being transferred back to Brisbane. ”
    â€œI can come to Brisbane, if I have to, ” said Jack. “I can get the train. ”
    â€œI don ’t think so, honey, ” said Amy. “I guess it ’s all over now. It was fun while it lasted, but all good things end. At least you ’ll know all the right moves when the next girl comes around. ” She gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek, and w ith a cheery wave, walked away.
    Jack never saw her again.

    San Diego, California, USA —1963
    Captain John Ernshaw, master of the SS Golden Ray , stood on the bridge wing and surveyed San Diego harbour. This was a busy place, filled with the blaring horns of tu g boats and the bustle of cross- bay traffic. Over there were the Marine Base and Naval Air Station, and several troopships lay alongside. Recently, there had been an increase in activ i ty at both establishments.
    Ernshaw was a spare man with iron- grey hair and a mil i tary bearing. The four gold rings on his jacket sleeves showed the tarnish of many years at sea. On his left breast, he wore the blue and white ribbon of the Distinguished Se r vice Cross along with a row of service ribbons, prominent amongst them the Atlantic Star. The DSC had been awarded for gallantry in 1941, when he had driven off a U- boat pack, sinking one and ramming a second, resulting in a large nu m ber of prisoners and most of the boat ’s codebooks being hauled aboard.
    John Ernshaw was a humble man and credited his d e stroyer HMS Cutlass and its crew with the award as much as himself. If asked about the decoration, he usually said it was for a ‘ bit of a muddle in the North Sea. ’ They gave it to the wrong chap and couldn ’t