“I will help you. We’ll take it nice and slow.”

“But the guard? He’s outside the door. I don’t want him to…”

She gently stroked his head. “I told him it was your birthday and I was your present.” She smiled. “I told him to give us two hours, at least.”

“But my birthday isn’t for another month.”

“I couldn’t wait.”

“But I can’t do it. I do want you, Barbara, but I am too old. Too damn old.”

She drew closer, touched him where he hadn’t been touched for decades. He moaned. “Don’t do this to me. I tell you it won’t work.”

“I’m patient.”

“But why would you want me?”

“You’re a very rich and powerful man. And I can see that you were once very handsome.”

He seized on this statement. “I was. I was. I have a picture.”

“Show me,” she said. “Show me,” she moaned into his ear as she moved his hand up and down inside her robe.

He pressed the panel, extracted the photo, and handed it to her.

Her gaze lingered over the image of him and Adolf Hitler. “You look like a hero. Were you a hero?”

“I did my job,” he said dutifully. “I did what was asked of me.”

“I’m sure you were very good at it.”

“I’ve never shown that picture to anyone else. No one.”

“I am flattered. Now lie back.”

He did so and she straddled him, unloosening her robe so he could see her body more fully. She also removed the call device from around his neck.

He started to protest.

“We don’t want the buttons to be pushed accidentally,” she said, holding it away from him. She bent down so her breasts were close to his face. “We don’t want to be interrupted.”

“Yes, you are right. No interruptions.”

She reached in her pocket and held up a pill. “I brought you this to take. It will help with that.” She motioned to his crotch.