You're kind." She smiles again. "Reminds me of the way Mum used to…" I can't bring myself to say any more."It's okay." She rests her hand on my fore...rm. "You don't have to tell me."I take a deep breath as she helps me gulp more. My head is still pounding but the cavalry have backed off a little as the water slips down and fills my stomach. I focus on its motion then notice the fluttering. The heat that presages… oh, God. I pull away from her touch sharply and glare at the sheets, panic. There she was, walking up the beach, wearing a black bikini and looking good enough to raise the dead.The view only got better as she got closer. The bikini was hardly there at all, covered the essentials and absolutely nothing else, it left no doubt whatsoever that this girl was blessed with a magnificent body. She was a wet dream. Guys had their tongues out as she passed by. My eyes zeroed in on the sliver of material across her undulating hips. You could almost see the goods between her. When she wasn't shooting, she was either teaching her class or learning English.Her day usually started at seven a.m., when she woke up.After breakfast, she'd go to the pistol range. There she practiced with Rita until nine, when school started.When the class ended at three, it was time for more target practice, until six. After dinner, it was time for martial arts training with all the Ladies, lead by Kay. After nine, Monica had a hour of free time, before she went to sleep.About a week into. You'd simply slip away one night." Well then, what's in it for me? I really don't need money, although I have no objections to getting paid."Robert stood up and walked up to me. "How about something exciting, something adventurous, to pass the time? Something that needs doing? And how about I add the promise of a safe passage to America aboard a British warship at the end of this war?" He grinned at my surprise. "I've been watching you for sometime Bridget. I know that's where you want to go. I.