It really was a reward for both of them. Soon he quit fighting it and took his shirt from the start when they were alone.He once touched her chest ove...r top of her dress and she screamed and slapped him.She said it different for girls and he needed to wait.He was hurt that she did that, until Andrea gently kissed the place she slapped, and then starting kissing him very intently again, she even pushed him over to lay on top of him, and that helped him forget what happened some what.But he still. Naval Battalions were formed out of the unemployed crews and sent to the front. Unlike in Tsarist times, there were no mutinies. By 1941, sailors had learned to do what they were told without argument.The only exception was the Baltic Fleet's Submarine Flotillas. The workhorse, 'Shch' (Shchuka = pike) class Subs and the smaller 'M' (Malyutka = marlin) class made the Baltic their own and mercilessly harried the convoy traffic between Germany and Sweden. Stalin was suitably impressed by their. “Thanks, Pat, although she’s the cute one of the two of us. But, yes, we’re madly in love as if we were still teenagers or newlyweds.”Ken’s wife, Joanne, took an interest in Pat’s comment. “Greg, is your wife joining us?”“Not this time. She’s at my daughters taking care of the grandkids.”Joanne continued, “That has to be a real joy for her. Grandchildren are such fun. I have to say, though, that I love how you describe your relationship as being like newlyweds. At our age, I don’t hear that. She squirmed, struggling to free herself, feeling the slippery tentacles on her back, closing around her to remove her clothes, spreading her legs open through the twist and turns of the web. It appeared like an amorphous lump, a large flesh-colored mound moving effortlessly through its sticky webs. Nicole looked away, and then back, bangs in her face as the tentacles tightened around her chest, little feelers squeezing her nipples in tight painful pinches. She groaned, her face frozen in fear.