Fletcher cried in frustration. “Uhhn, just leave it,” I moaned, tightening my grip on her hips. “I can’t, it’s probably Victoria,” s...he groaned, leaning over and grabbing the phone from the cradle. I suppose I should have been grateful it was cordless and right next to the bed. “Hello?” she answered, continuing to gently rock her hips. “You’re busy,” I grunted, pulling her down hard. She gave me a look and reached down, covering my mouth. “Oh, hi sweetie. No. How are you and Eddy. "Dinner is served love" she turned the computer off and walked over to me taking the boles and sitting on the bed motioning to the tea pot so I wouldn’t go and make any. she began to eat as I got comfortable sitting on the floor in front of her, she smelled of rose petals, she must of taken a shower of her own just before I got home. Her hair was free and covering half her face as she ate. Giving her a slight air of mystery. I could smell a slight must in the air of the room; she had. Her thoughts and emotions were elusive as trout in a dark pool -- impossible to catch and examine. Something was wrong! She didn't know what it was -- but something definitely was not right.Earlier that next morning she had awakened -- languorously -- feeling more relaxed and happy than she could remember. She had been awake only seconds before the dream returned. Once again she had dreamed that Dick had made love to her -- violent, satisfying, and thoroughly enjoyable love! And she had reached. .. you are in so much trouble ... They'll probably make you a Lieutenant Commander."She thumbed the microphone, "A Lieutenant, Joshua Slocum is the guilty party. He's aide de camp to an admiral ... I don't know which one. How many ships did he sink?" Three, all three patrol boats ... what the hell were those things?" There was a bit of static and the base radioman said, "Three boats, six aircraft at the airbase ... oh, wait. Umh ... the LST just went down ... and two tanks. One of ours?" Pommy.