Then the young officer leaned to his Superior and explained all he had learned from the nurse. Hearing the old lady was dying, the older officer said to the younger one:

"(I"m sorry to hear that... Does he know?)"

"(No, not yet...)"

"(... Well... since his story is true... Do as you said Wilhelm... Take a jeep and drive him to his mome... check his papers and if everything is in good order, let him go... But until you have checked his papers, don"t loose sight of him, you understand? Give me a call when you can, to let me know...)"

"(Yes, Sir... I understand he"s under my responsibility... Can I take my bag now, Sir?)"

"(... Your bag?)"

"(Yes, Sir... Since I knew I was going on leave at the end of the day, I"ve packed some civilian clothes into my bag this morning... you know... to be ready to go...)"

"(Oh, sure... take it and go now Wilhelm, before I change my mind...)"

The young officer explained everything to Paul, whom was simply dumbfounded by the sudden turn of events. He just couldn"t beleive it... The young officer was brightly smiling at him now...

"Shall we go now?" the young officer asked Paul.

"Oh, yes, yes" Paul answered as he rose from his chair. He turned to the older officer and warmly said to him:

"Merci beaucoup Monsieur. Merci. Vous etes un type bien..." (Thanks a lot, Sir. Thanks. You"re a good man...)

Guessing what Paul had just said to him, the German officer started smiling and said:

"Wir sind keine barbaren..."

Paul looked at the young officer for the translation...

"...He said "We are not barbarians"...

"...Oh..." Paul said "I guess not... I mean..."

"See what you mean..." the young officer said, smiling again...

Looking at the young officer smiling at him, Paul couldn"t refrain from thinking that that guy was indeed very good-looking... and now that the young officer was standing behind the table... he could see the German guy was taller than he had thought at first... probably about 6"3... Paul extended his hand to the older officer and said:

"Encore une fois Monsieur: Merci" (Once again, Sir: Thanks)

"Ya, Ya..." the older officer said... and they briefly shook hands.

The young officer put his service dress tunic back on him... took his officer"s cap... then his bag... and, looking at his Superior, he said to him:

"(Don"t worry, Sir, everything will be alwirht. I"ll keep you informed...)"

"(Yes... and Wilhelm... if his papers are in good order, why don"t you give this poor lad a ride to the hospital...)"

"(That"s exactly what I was going to do, Sir...)"

"(Fine. Have fun during your leave... And never forget Wilhelm... You"re not in Berlin here... Be very careful...)"

"(Yes, Sir. I will...)"

With that, both Paul and the young German officer left the room. They went to an underground parking where the young officer had to fill a form; they both got into a jeep, then drove out of the underground parking. For the first time, Paul realized where they had been: At Hotel Meurice, on rue de Rivoli. Right in front of them were the Tuileries garden and the Louvre Museum.

"Now you"re gonna have to tell me where to go, if we want to find that hospital..." the young officer said to paul.

"Um..." Paul answered "Aren"t we suppose to go to my house to get my papers?"

"No time for that now... We"ll see to that later. Lets go to the hospital first..."

And thet the young officer explained everything to Paul, concerning his Grandmother...

"I"m sorry Paul..." and while saying that, the young officer placed a hand supportively on Paul"s arm... At that, Paul managed a small smile of gratitude. But tears stood in his eyes.

"Thanks Sir" Paul said...

"Oh, please, call me Wilhelm..."

"Can I call you "Will" instead... would be easier for me you know... German names are a bit difficult for me to pronounce" said Paul, sensing the young officer was an easy-going guy.

"Sure... so "Will" it shall be..."

"Thanks".

"Now, tell me where to go, please..."

"Oh, sure... The hospital is not very far from here..."

A few minutes later, they were parked in front of the Hotel-Dieu Hospital. Will knew no one would object to a German army jeep being parked right in front of the Hospital. Oh, no... They got out of the jeep and ran into the Hospital. Looking at the door-keeper, Paul said to him:

"Bonjour, I"m here to see my Grandmother, Madame De Brion..."

The door-keeper just kept fearfully looking at the young German officer facing him... Seeing the guy was scared as hell, Paul said:

"Don"t worry, I know where my Grandmother is admitted..."

"Oh... then go ahead..." the door-keeper said, too scared to say anything else...

At that, Will grinned at Paul, removed his officer"s cap ad followed Paul into the hospital corridors. They rapidly got to where Paul"s Grandmother was admitted, and seeing nurse Giroux, Paul said to her:

"Bonjour, garde, I hope we"re not too late..."

Nurse Giroux kindly smiled at Paul, then looked at the young German officer, not at all impressed by the fact she had an enemy officer right in front of her. She raised an ayebrow though, looking straight into Will"s blue eyes...

Slightly bowing to her, Will very politely said:

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle... I"m Unterfeldwebel Wilhelm Von Rundstedt... We spoke over the phone earlier today...".

"Yes... I do remember" the nurse politely answered...

She then eyed the young German officer from head to foot and in the end, she had to admit to herself this young officer was very handsome, very polite and not at all threatening, as she would have expected a German officer to be. He had a very pleasant voice and was speaking French very well. Nurse Giroux was surprised and puzzled by that fact. She smiled at the officer, and told him:

"You certainly understand we are not used having a German officer in this hospital...

Will gave her his most charming smile and replied:

"Oh, yes, Mademoiselle, I do understand... I assure you I would have prefered meeting you under more... pleasant...circumstances. But things being what they are..."

"Yes... but rest assured Sir I have no ill-feeling for you personally... You"re not personally responsable for the mess we"re in now..." the nurse said.

Will nodded to her, letting her know he was perfectly aware of that.

That"s the time Paul chose to make his presence known again...

"Sorry, Monsieur Paul" nurse Giroux said to him "... No, you are not too late... but I"m sorry to tell you your Grandmother is not well at all. The doctor saw her earlier today and... well... I"m very much affraid there is nothing we can do to save her now... you know her condition... and at her age..."

"I understand" Paul answered to her "It was to be expected, I guess... Could I see her now?"

"Of course... She"s still conscious... We gave her a strong pain kiler to releive her pain. She"s resting now. So you can see her... but please Monsieur Paul, do not alarm her with he... recent news..."

"I wont, rest assured I wont..."

"Gentlemen please, follow me."

Nurse Giroux lead them to the room where Paul"s Grandmother was and before entering the room, Will said to Paul:

"... Better for me to stay outside... you know... with my uniform and all..."

"Thanks Will. I appreciate that" Paul replied.

Again nurse Giroux gently smiled at Will. Obviously, she was growing very found of him, and that made her feel a bit uncomfortable... He was German, after all... Nevertheless, she found it was very tactful of him to decide not to enter the room with Paul. With that in mind, she left.

Paul went to his Grandmother"s bed, put her hands into his and said to her:

"Grandma... it"s me... Paul..."

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at Paul...

"Oh, you"re here... I was hopeless... I thought you would never come..."

"How could you think such a thing Grandma. You know I would never leave you like that..."

"I know..." she answered... "I"m just an old silly lady... How are you Paul... How is everything..."

"I"m just fine Grandma... everything is okay..."

"Are we still fighting them?"

"I beg you pardon?"

"You know... the Germans... have we been able to stop them and ride them back to where they came from, like we did the last time?"

Knowing perfectly well Will would be able to hear him outside the room, Paul nevertheless answered:

"Oh, yes Grandma, they are no longer threatening Paris... they have been stopped by General Weygand and now, he"s driving them out of France. I"ve even heard... but you know... those are just gossips..."

"What, what... tell me..."

"Well, I heard hat when the news of his total defeat reached Hitler, e just killed himself..."

"Aaaaah... How wonderful... I hope it"s true..."

Of course, outside the room, Will had heard everything... and he was now grinning...

"Now Grandma you"ve got to get some rest... You"ve got all agitated... That"s not good for you, you know..." Paul said to her.

"Yes, you"re right Paul... I do need to rest... Paul?

"Yes, Grandma?"

"I love you so much Paul... and I love all the rest of the family... Will you tell them, Paul?"

"Yes, Gradma, I will. But don"t worry, soon you will be able to tell them yourself..."

At that, she smiled to Paul and slowly closed her eyes. She was peacefully resting now. Paul brought a chair to her bed and sat down, holding her hand, looking at her... Then, he got lost into his thoughts.

His Grandmother had just told him she loved him. All along, deep in his heart, he knew his Grandmother did love him. It"s just that in the past, she never said it.... It runs in the family, Paul thought to himself: All of them always had problems expressing their feelings... How come it"s so hard to say "I love you" to the people you love? Do you have to be dying before telling some one you love him? That"s stupid, Paul thought. He knew he was not much better at it than his Grandma but, having realized that, from now on, he would be working on that...

Paul looked again at his Grandma. She seemed to be resting very calmly. Thinking about her, Paul went back to his thoughts.

Of course, he had known the old lady since the day he was born. They had never been very close to one another, though. She had always been kind of a "Grand lady", he thought. Very aristocratic. A bit distant. She kept to herself. She had always been a pillar to the family and had to keep the facade crackless... She was playing her role. That was so silly, Paul thought. Would he have loved her less if she had showed her feelings to him? Not at all. Was he like her? If so, he would have to changed that too. Life was too short to spend it playing roles...

Paul realized that for the first time since the last four or five days, he had time to relax, to think. Now, he had time to reflect over all the events he had been through recently.

Up until a day or two, is life had always been very easy. His family had money... and so he had always been spoiled. Not that money was a problem now, or would be in the future. No. He had lots of money. His dad had seen to that. No. It"s just that up until recently, everything had been provided to him by others... he never had to assume responsabilities... he had been growing inside a golden cocoon. Nothing bad had ever happened to him in the past. He had always been very well protected...

As his thoughs wandered, Paul began to remember that, just five days ago, he had been sitting with friends at a cafe-terrasse ton the Champs Elysees Avenue, illegally drinking beers. That was fun! It was early summer. They were all laughing. To Paul and this friends, as to most people in Paris, war was a very distant threat. There was no danger at all, it seemed: The Maginot Line was there to protect them and they all knew that Line was so strong, the Germans could never go throught in. Even his father had said so. Yeah. There was no threat at the time. Theatres were crowded... as were the restaurants... Every body was having fun...

Then suddenly, everything had come to a halt. The German army was almost here, dangerously treatning Paris. Paul didn"t know at the time the Germans had simply ignored the Maginot Line and had gone through Belgium instead, through deep woods, and that by doing so, they had successfully broken the Allied"s front. No, Paul didn"t know that at the time, no more than he knew the meaning of the word "Blitzkrieg"...

The Germans being so close to Paris, the Prime Minister Reynaud as well as Monsieur Lebrun, the President of the Republic, had declared Paris "Ville ouverte", meaning the French capital would not be defended. How was that possible? Paul had then asked himself. He didn"t know the answer to that and, for that matter, he didn"t understand what was going on: The whole thing was too unbelievable. And what about the rest? Yeah. He remembered...

Learning the whole Governement had fled Paris to try to find safety somewhere in the South of France, the rest of the population in Paris had suddenly decided to do the same and flee to the South.

To Paul, Premier Reynaud and President Lebrun were just cowards and traitors. They should have stayed, and Paris should have been defended, he thought. Through their incompetence, they were responsible for the big mess France was in now, and instead of doing something about it, they had just fled like rats. Yeah, Paul thought, they were cowards. He just hoped that, someday, they would be held accountable for what they had done...

But to Paul, it was clear his father was not a coward, although he had also fled to the South, with the rest of the family. No. Paul"s father was not a coward...

Being a Minister in the French Cabinet, he had had no choice but to leave Paris. He had not chosen to leave: He had been ordered to do so. Being part of the Government, he had to go wherever the President had decided to go...

Now Paul could remember the emptiness he had felt after everyone had gone. He could remember how he had felt last Thursday, June 13th, just two days ago, when he had gone through Place de la Concorde on his way to pay a visit to his Grandma at the hospital. He had felt miserable. Everyting was so unreal. So aberrant. Everything was so quiet. He could remember that on Place de la Concorde he had seen no car... no traffic... Nothing. He had look up the Champs Elysees Avenue, and it was totally empty. Except for a few stranded dogs, he had seen no one. It was so strange. Oh, yes, he remembered now, he had seen a few men walking through Place de la Concorde, but they had not spoken to him. They were walking with emptiness in their eyes. He had not spoken to them either. Instead, he had been through Place de la Concorde, then to the hospital. He had paid a visit to his Grandma and then, he had gone back home quickly...

That night, it had been hard to fall asleep... Everything was too quiet in the house. For the first time in his life, he was all alone. His whole world was crumbling right before his eyes, and there was nothing he could do about it. What a way to loose your illusions, he had thought. Obviously, his golden childhood had come to an abrupt end! Sure, at eighteen, he was no longer a kid... but nevertheless, all the recent events had come to him like a chock. He had not been prepared for that...

The moning after, he had woken up and had heard noises outside the house. Opening a window, he had heard something over there. Was it music? At the Arc de Triomphe? Nah. That was just not possible, was it? Wanting to find out what was going on, he had gotten dress and had decided to go see for himself. He had walked his way to the Arc and then, he had seen it.

THEY WERE HERE!!!!

The Germans were here. He was stunned. He could remember all too well how he had felt... what he had seen...

Yes, there was music alright... the military kind. He didn"t liked it. He had seen a German army officer, riding on a splendid white horse, watching his victorious troops marching in front of him, down the Champs Elysees Avenue.

Looking at them, Paul had smiled to himself, seeing the Germans had not dared to march through the Arc. They were just going around it...

Now Paul could remember vividly the sound made by the German soldiers, goose-marching down the Champs Elysees Avenue. It was awful. He hated that sound. He had seen enough!

Walking back to his home, he remembered how everything had seem so quiet on Avenue Foch... Nevertheless, having seen what he had seen, he had decided he would not pay a visit to his Grandma that day. He had to admit to himself he was too frighten to go to the hospital, not knowing what was foing on in the city... Oh, he was not a coward... No. It was prudence, he thought. He would wait a day or two before he would go out again, so things would have time to settle down a bit... Yeah... that"s it, he had thought, lets wait a day or two...

But the day after, Saturday the 15th, he had felt too restless to stay home. He had to go to the hospital since the phone line was dead and he couldn"t call nurse Giroux to inquire avout his Grandmother...

Yeah, he had to go. Beside, he wanted to see what was going on outside... He wouldn"t use his father"s car though. He instinctively knew that wouldn"t be a good idea. He would ride his bike instead.

Now he could remember it was while riding his bike down the Champs Elysees Avenue he had been stopped by German soldiers at a check point. How could he ever forget about that? It had happened this very morning, but seemed to have happened so long ago... He had not forgotten though!

The German soldiers were Feldgendarmen, but Paul had not known that at the time. Seeing he had not his ID with him, the soldiers had taken his bike away and put him into an army truck, where he had met with others. He had learned from them about the new decree from the Kommandantur, concerning the identification papers. All the others had been arrested for the same reason: Like him, they didn"t have their papers with them.

Later, they had been taken somewere, not very far though. But Paul didn"t know then where they had been taken, since an awning had been drawn over the truck. Now the rest was history... That"s when he had seen Will for the first time...

Ah, yeah, Will... quite a guy, Paul was now thinking... Very nice. Very friendly. Very handsome too. There was something special about that guy, Paul thought. He just didn"t know what. Not yet.

Coming back to reality, Paul looked at his Grandma. She was peacefully resting. He decided he would leave her to rest for a while, and go back to Will, and have a chat with him...

Paul rose and quietly left the room to find Will. He found him right outside the room, sitting on a chair, peacefully dozing... Paul took his time to look at him. Since Will was asleep, he could take all the time he wanted to look at the guy...

Indeed, Will was a very good-looking dude, Paul thought. Very handsome. Paul could see Will had broad shoulders. With his golden blond hair, he was just perfect. Will was quite a hunk, Paul thought. Women were probably chasing after him all the time... Was he married? Paul looked at Will"s fingers, but found no wedding-ring. Did he have a girlfriend? Paul would have to ask him...

But why the hell would he be asking such a question, Paul suddenly thought. It was none of his business, was it? What the hell was he tinking about, paul asked to himself... Why was he staring at Will like that? Yeah, the guy was nice and kind, but you know... a guy is just a guy, and nothing else, no? What"s wrong with me? Have I lost my mind? Paul asked himself.

Paul decided to brush avay all those stupid thoughts and leaning to Will, slightly touching his shoulder to wake him up, Paul said:

"Hey... Look... I"m running away now..."

Will slowly opened his eyes to look at Paul, and with a smile on his face he then said:

"Oh... sure! I can see that... running so fast I can"t recapture you" he replied.

"Yeah, with that well toned body of yours, you would recapture me in no time at all..."

Will burst out laughing at Paul"s remark. Then, realizing where they were, he said:

"Sorry about that". He stoopped laughing and looked around to see if his burst of laughs had disturbed anyone. No. No problem with that. Everything was quiet. Looking back at Paul, he said:

"Beside, pal, you"re not my prisoner... so why would I be running after you?"

"...Perhaps you don"t consider me to be your prisoner, but that"s what your Superior officer thinks I am..."

"Told you Paul... he"s not a bad guy. Just doing his job, that"s all. Heck... he could have sent you to prison like the others, you know. Did he do that? No. He let me accompany you... That should teach you something about him..."

"I guess so..."

"Anyway, how"s your Grandma?"

"She"s resting for now. I don"t think she will last for very long though..."

"I feel sorry for you, you know?"

"Don"t. I saw it comming and had time to make my peace with the fact that she will soon died..."

"Yeah... I know what you mean..."

"Think I will go back to her now, and see how she doing..."

"Yeah"

So Paul went back to his Grandma and a few minutes later, came back to Will, asking him:

"Could you go fetch nurse Giroux... Please? I think she"s not well at all..."

"Sure"

Paul went back into the room, and kept looking at the old lady... He couldn"t hear her breathing... In a second, Will came back with nurse Giroux. She quickly leaned over the old lady, trying to feel her pulse. She couldn"t find it. She tried again. She found nothing. She opened one of the old lady"s eye, looked into it, then closed it again. She tried again to find a pulse, but to no avail. She waited for a few seconds before saying anything, then she turned to where Paul and Will were standing and, with tears in her eye, she said to Paul:

"I"m sorry, Monsieur Paul..."

"Is she dead?" Paul asked her

"Yes, she is I"m affraid".

Hearing that, Paul started to shake like a leaf. Tears were now running down his cheeks... Seeing that, and without any hesitation, Will took Paul into his strong arms, holding him tightly:

"I"m so sorry, Paul. I don"t know what to say" he told him.

Seeing Will was taking care of Paul, nurse Giroux quietly left the room, closing the door behind her.

Keeping his embrace tight around Paul, Will said:

"Let go Paul, let it all go..."

A torrent of tears came down Paul"s face, his head resting on will"s chest. It kept going for a while, then it stopped. And so did the shaking. Suddenly, Paul felt very secured into Will"s strong arms and his embrace felt very soothing. They stayed like that for a while, not mouving. Not talking. Then, Paul mouved his head to look at will and, finding his blue eyes, he smiled at him.

"I"m okay now... Thanks, I needed that..."

Hearing that, Will let go of Paul. Paul turned to Will to say:

"I apologize Will. I lost control over myself..."

"No need to apologize Paul. It"s not every day we loose some one we love..."

"Oh, it"s not just that. That was just the drop that caused the bucket to overflow. I guess I"ve been through too much the last few days, and I couldn"t take it anymore. I had to explose I guess. Thanks for being with me when that happened..."

"I"m glad I"m here with you..."

Paul kept silent for a few minutes. He was lost into his deep thoughts. Too many things had happened too fast. For a while, he kept staring at the wall in front of him. Then, turning to Will, he said:

"What else is going to happen to me now... I mean... what worst could happen. Guess I"ve hit the bottom of the barrel, haven"t I?"

"Well, look at it the other way around: You"ve successfully been throuh being interrogated by German officers, you"ve made it on time to see and talk to your Grandma before she died... It"s not so bad, you know... Now, I do realized it"s no fun for you guy, me being here... but..."

"No, no Will" Paul said, interrupting Will "I"m so gratful to you for you leing here with me. Thanks a lot for your support. I don"t know how I would have mannaged without you, the last hours" he said to Will, very sincerely.

Will could sense that sincerity in Paul"s voice. It reassured him.

"Now, I"ve got no idea what I"m going to do. Now it"s true... you know... I"m all alone in Paris. As long as Grandma was here, I didn"t felt I was all alone. But now that she"s gone..."

"Hey, Paul, you"re not all alone... remember, I"m here for you. I"ll do anything I can to help you. As for the rest, well, I guess we"ll have to figure that out later. Now Paul, lets leave this hospital, and go to your home. There is nothing left to do here, is there?"

"Yeah... you mean... go to my home so you can finally check my papers, huh?" Paul coldly said to Will.

Will was hurt by Paul"s remark. He thought the blond guy had realized by now he was trying to be his friend...

"No, Paul. I don"t give a shit about your papers. I know you"ve said the thruth this afternoon, believe me..."

There was sadness into Will"s voice, Paul realized, and now he felt guilty for having said what he had just said to him. Putting his hands on Will"s arms, Paul said to him:

"Look at me, Will... Oh, my God, I"m so sorry for what I"ve just said to you. That was totally unwarranted. It was rude. And it"s certainly not what I think. Please forgive me. I swear I didn"t want to hurt your feelings. I wonder if I"m not loosing my marbles, now..."

Will felt Paul"s hands were shaking while holding his arms. At this very minute, he knew he had to protect the blond youth. Looking straight at Paul, he said:

"I know Paul you didn"t mean what you said. I believe you. With all what you"ve been through recently, I guess it"s only normal if you snap someone"s head off from time to time. If you want to use me as a punching-bag, it"s fine with me. And no, you"re not loosing your marbles. I"ve watched you, going through all what you"ve been going through today, and you"re a much stronger guy than you think, Paul. In your shoes, I don"t think I would have fared so good..."

"Thanks, Will. And don"t worry, I won"t be using you as my punching-bag... And I"m sure you would have fared as well as I did..."

"You"re wrong about that, Paul. I may be physically strong but dealing with emotions... Well... I"m not too good at it..."

"We"re gonna have to work on that, won"t we? Paul said, with a grin on his face.

"Will you help me... I mean... working on that?" Will asked Paul.

"Count on me. I"m becomming quite an expert in that field, you know. Now, what should I do about my Grandma? We can"t leave her here, can we?"

"I don"t know about that. I don"t know what you usually do in France... you know... with funerals and all those things. Do you want to take time to think about it?"

"Yeah. That would be best. Lets tell nurse Giroux and then, lets get the hell out of here..."

With that, Paul gave his Grandma a last look, then started walking out of the room with Will, not knowing yet he was walking away from his past, not knowing a new chapter in his life was beginning.

They found nurse Giroux sitting at her desk and, as she saw Paul, she said to him:

"I assure you of my heartfelt sympathy, Monsieur Paul"

"Thank you very much" the blond young man replied.

"Now, you"re going to have to inform your father: Have you heard from your father, Monsieur le Min..."

She stopped right there in the middle of her sentence. She was going to say "Monsieur le Ministre"... since she knew very well Monsieur De Brion Père was a Minister in the French Cabinet, and an important one at that... Although she had grown found of the young German officer standing in front of her, it didn"t change the fact he was German... and she didn"t know if Will knew how important Paul"s father was. In doubt, she found it was better to abstain saying anything about it... It was not her role to reveal those things to a German officer, however good-loking he may be...

"Outch" she said, looking at one of her fingers, creating a diversion doing so. "I think I"ve got a splinter driven under my nail"...

Both young men looked at her finger.

"Never mind that... I"ll take care of that later. And as I was saying, did you get news from your father?"

"No, not yet" Paul replied "In fact, I don"t even know were my dad and the rest of my family are at the present time. All the phone lines have been cut off with the rest of France. I guess we will have to wait a while before things settle down a bit, and we can communicate again. I"m sure that as soon as he can, my dad will contact me..."

"Yes, But don"t you worry about your family and your dad: He"s a very fine man, you know that, and he"ll find his way around, if you see what I mean..."

"Yes, I know. Could be a few days before I can tell you what we do about my Grandma"s funeral though. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No problem at all. We have what"s needed here to keep her as long as need be..." the nurse replied.

"Thanks a lot nurse Giroux. Thanks for all you did for my Grandma and my family. We are forever indebted towards you for all of that..."

"Think nothing of it". Turning to Will, she said to him:

"Can I take it you will safely get Monsieur Paul to his home?"

"It"s my duty to do so, Mademoiselle, and I will gladly fulfill it" Will replied with a sincere smile on his face. "Bonsoir, Mademoiselle et merci pour tout" (good night, Miss, and thanks for everything).

"Bonsoir... que Dieu vous protège... tous les deux..." (good night... and may God bless you... both of you...) the nurse replied.

Both young man nodded to her, then they left. The door-keeper saluted them as they left, and they went to the jeep, still parked where they had left it... Will smiled at that... He started the engine, and the door-keeper was very happy to see them leave...

"So, where is your home?" Will asked Paul.

"I gave you the address this afternoon, don"t you remember?" Paul replied, with a smile on his face.

"Sure, I remember your address, it"s on Avenue Foch... problem is, I don"t have the slightest idea where the hell Avenue Foch is..." Will said, laughing...

Hearing that, Paul bursted with laughs...

"It"s good to hear you laugh, you know" said Will.

Paul kindly looked at will, then he said:

"Yeah, I didn"t have too many occasions to laugh today... It feels good nevertheless. Now, go down the street here, then turn to your right on De la Cite street, then take the "Notre-Dame" bridge... From there, I"ll tell you where to go... but so you have a general idea of where we are going, lets just say we"re going to the Arc de Triomphe".

"You"re kidding me, aren"t you?" Will asked.

"No, no... that"s exactly where we"re going... You see... past the Arc de Triomphe, the Avenue there is no longer called the "Champs Elysees"... but it"s called "Avenue Foch"... simple as that" Paul replied smiling...

"Hmm..." Will said...

"Come on dude, I"m not kidding you... don"t you trust me now?" Paul exclaimed.

"Well... sure I trust you." After a moment, Will said "Well then... lets go..."

"On our way, I"ll have a few questions for you, mister" Paul joyfully said to Will.

"And what might that be" Will replied, flashing a big smile at Paul...

"Just drive, I"ll be asking the questions... It"s my turn to conduct the interrogation, Herr Von Rundstedt..."

"At least, you haven"t forgotten my name..."

"I haven"t forgotten anything about you, young man..." Paul said.

"Oooo... getting personnal now, don"t we?"

"Drive, you, silly... I"ll do the talking..."

Will shifted, and they got on their way to Paul"s home, Will broadly smiling...

"First question", Paul started...

"Yeah... I"m waiting", Will lightly said...

*** To be continued... (sex at next part...)