PARIS,EPISODE TWO Near the end of our stay in Paris, One morning at 2AM, I was sitting atop a stone fence in front of the Hotel d'la Opera. There was not a sound, not a light ,no one or anything moving. Only the moon provided light. To my left, I heard the tap,tap of high heels approaching. A girl was walking in the middle of the street. As she drew even with me I said "Hello". She stopped. I came near and soon learned she was from Spain , danced in one of the Girlie Revues and was on her way home. I offered to escort her safely to wherever she lived and she said,"O.K." She spoke some English and I had two years of High School Spanish so we could communicate somewhat.   I noticed we were walking in a northly direction and that gave me some concern. We had been briefed to stay out of the Northern Section of Paris as snipers were still in the area. I was wearing my Class "A" uniform and the Colt .45 Automatic in my left shoulder holster beneath my blouse gave me courage.   We walked and walked and at last came to the Hotel d'Tunis. There was enough moonlight that I could see the Lobby furniture and a Reception Desk. Not a soul in sight. She headed for the Desk and skirted around the end to a narrow and steep stairway behind the desk.   I had climbed about four steps when a flash light below began shining on my shoes, up my trouser leg and to my waist. My hand reached for the butt of my .45, and my leader grabbed me by the hand,whispering,"Hurry ,hurry".   Her room was on the third floor furnished with a bed, dresser,one chair and small table. There was a small balcony that could be reached by opening the large windows. Again no lights except the moon. Shortly, she excused herself, left the room and locked the door. I assumed she was going to a water closet , as their was no toilet in the room.   I was becoming a bit uneasy, for sure, when she left the room a second time. This time when she came back I asked where did she go? With my fractured Spanish and her fractured English, I understood that she had a "sugar daddy" down the hall and she was checking to see if he was still asleep! That was my clue to get the heck out of there, toot-sweet! I was in a strange place, no one knew where I was, a possible jealous lover asleep a few doors away and the guy with a flash lite below. Dumb, dumb,dumb. I could have easily been done away with and never been found. I left. Tom and I checked back in at Villa Coublay the next day and was greeted with the news that our orders to go home had been cancelled.We flew missions for two more months and went home in November, 1944, along with four or five other pilots. God takes care of morons, drunks and idiotic fighter pilots. ********************************************** ©whcameron2000