She dressed in men’s grey trousers, but a faded red woman’s blouse, which was stretched near to bursting across her impressive chest. She was near...ly as gifted in the front as Bella. Against the front of her blouse a narrow bosun’s pipe hung from a cord around her neck. A bowler style hat on her head, which she tipped in Will’s direction. “Danica North,” she said. “First Mate.”Will tipped his hat in return. “A pleasure, Ma’am. Related to this North?”“My husband.” She smiled warmly at Mister. ”Cherry had turned even paler than normal. She’s of Irish descent and naturally had milk white skin. She had managed to get one shade whiter, as she realized the moment she had been dreading, when she had to talk to her sister about her choice, was finally at hand. She knelt down by my side with her hands at her sides and her legs apart.“Wider! I won’t tolerate you half-assing your training simply because family is here,” I insisted. This was when her daughter would normally chime in with an. She must have taken the rifle off one of the British Paratroopers who dropped in before Eric and his squad did.Eric dropped his M1 rifle to the floor off his back and laid down his Thompson. She barked again at him in Japanese, “Grenades too!”Eric didn’t need to ask her what she meant; she was waving the PPSH-41 at his belt and waist pockets where his free hand grenades hung from. He unclipped them and laid them down too with his other weapons.“There, you happy now!”She came towards him. ..Any time a part of you tries to resist, my words get stronger...Every attempt to resist only makes you fall deeper under my control...Every attempt makes you realize how much you're already under my controlHow much you're already becoming Mine...You feel yourself becoming more obedient...You feel the craving to follow My orders increase...Obeying me makes you happy...Knowing you're making me happy makes you proud...It brings you joy...You long to have me tell you you're a "Good girl."Every.