‘Yes of course M… Marcus, leave it all to me… you just concentrate on your family — on your father.’ ‘Thank you Miranda!’ he smiled warm...y at her for the first time since she’d arrived back at the hospital, with his mother in tow… ‘You needn’t have come back mother,’ he murmured gently whilst casting a reproachful glance at Miranda. ‘They’ve settled him down for the night, and so he won’t even know if we’re there or not.’ ‘But I will know Marcus…’ she stated firmly, although her bottom lip. She was in a black satindress under which a short but frothy petticoat was showing, and her blackstockinged legs ended in high heeled patent bootees. She was beautiful.She smiled at him and bowed."Hello! What's your name?" Paul asked."I am Moon, Master Paul," she said. Her voice was husky, sexy."I didn't know there were any women here," Paul said.Moon laughed."Not woman!" Moon said, and pulled up the petticoat to show black satinpanties with a bulge in them. He then saw that Moon had no. On the other hand the Luftwaffe operations were much larger and did serious damage to the British infrastructure. Despite that fact, the German bombing was unable to gain strategic success because their daytime bombing was uncoordinated and they lacked the fighter support that would give them the freedom of movement over British territory. This shortfall convinced them that the American bombers would need adequate fighter support to protect them over the target and on the long journey back to. From what he could make out, it looked like she had a pretty face although he couldn't see it too well."What in Hell is she doing??" It looked like she was climbing up higher onto a wet rock dangerously close to the crashing waves. "Damn! She's gonna get killed!" he swore out loud. He dropped his coffee cup and cigarette and ran as fast as he could down to the rocks, carefully watching his own footing as he made his way to her. The rocks were slippery and wet and very dangerous.She did not see.