"I won't have you fainting again." I was just in my thin cotton chemise and it was sweated through. It clung to me and the color of my skin showed thr...ugh. He pressed me against the door with his body and kissed me like he intended to consume me. His mouth was open, his tongue pushed between my lips. I tried to turn my head but he held me by the jaw. I closed my eyes, wishing that I could be stoic. My breasts hardened against his shirt. He rubbed himself against them. When I gasped, his lips. .. long 'nuff to know... I know..." John's head slumped."Fuckin' romantic!" the Australian spat.Outside, in the roadstead off Barcelona, warships from Britain, France, Italy, Germany and Russia anchored in uneasy proximity to one another. The Royal Navy's HMS London lay between Germany's 'Admiral Graf Spee' and the Soviet 'Tchervonaya Ukrainiya.' There was no fraternising between the crews. In fact there was little contact at all that wasn't strictly business.Admiral Gorshin found it. "Ang read him the riot act when he first came in. He's a really nice guy and probably would have offered anyway, but she made him an offer he couldn't refuse, if you know what I mean."Paul knew exactly what he meant and a chill went down his spine."Does Ang know that I'm here?" he asked."She knows; she told me to send you up after you've had your meal. The door to the back staircase is over there." Thanks."Paul savored his meal; he had a second pint of beer and still had enough money left from. She was thin in the waist, and was wearing a pair of pants that flared outward at her ankles, like the bell bottoms sailors wore when he was a young man. But the resemblance ended there. The ones worn by this woman were so tight that if she had a bee sting on her ass, the swelling would show through. They were also low slung to the point that he wondered how she kept them up. Her shirt looked like a T shirt that the lower half had been cut off of. Her breasts pushed that shirt out so that it.