In a certain sense, that that what MacArthur knew when he bypassed heavily defended islands in the Pacific with the knowledge that without the ability...to move from their defensive positions the Japanese were not a threat to his lines of logistical supply or communication.With all that in perspective, Monte Cassino was the exception to the rule.Nestled serenely on top of a strategic mountaintop on the main route between Naples and Rome the abbey on Monte Cassino was founded by Saint Benedict in. “Please,” I pleaded. “I need to see them again. It's the way we're supposed to live, Father.”“No it is not. You will live my way. I changed things. I made it so mermaids didn't have to be sluts for the fisherman.” His hand stroked my tail. I hated his touch. “Will you be mine again?” His fingers neared my pussy.“No,” I hissed, turning my head away, my hair swirling about my face.“Fine. Hang here forever.”Father turned and swam out of the house. I sobbed as I strained. Kolin and Willa would be. Hard to believe it was only yesterday evening that she showed me how she liked to be spanked.Samantha smiled.Hard to believe it was only yesterday afternoon that I kissed her for the first time.She approached Nina, from behind. "Find anything good?"Nina nodded. "I love the curves on this one. I love the colours." Samantha watched Nina's eyes scan over the postcard - noticing the way her pupils widened when she saw something beautiful.She'd been noticing that all day, and falling a little. Let's go back to the beginning of the night. We met outside the club. It's not there anymore, the building was razedabout five years ago, to make way for another one, all ugly and new. Lunch had gone well, but it was tentative and nervous; maybe it was the crowd and the noise in the bar, but our conversation was hesitant, punctuated with so many "sorry, I didn't hear you"s that it was almost a relief to go back to work. There wouldn't be any better opportunities for conversation tonight, of.