He is reminding the son that he is there. A little shake of the hand tells the son to buck up and know that tomorrow he’ll have another chance at wi...ning the game.On nice spring days, lovers walk down the street holding hands. Young lovers do more than just hold hands. They brush against each other. They bump hips. There are little exchanges of jostles. It’s a subtle means of communicating and reminding the other that they are there. It’s not necessarily a sexual advance, but a ploy to increase. ‘You slept with him didn’t you?’ Ashira said gently. Melinda avoided her friend’s eyes. ‘Melinda, I know you did,’ Ashira said gently. Melinda sighed and nodded. Ashira grinned at the look on her friend’s face. ‘You like him,’ Ashira observed. Melinda nodded. ‘How was it?’ Ashira asked. Melinda blushed and Ashira laughed. ‘That good huh?’ Ashira teased. Melinda smiled. ‘I remember,’ Ashira told her friend as Jake stormed into the kitchen. ‘What’s wrong?’ Ashira asked without turning around.. The decks of the Russian ships were overlaid with planks of Baltic Pine, corked with tar and 'paid' with Linseed oil. Inside, the Officers' accomodations were luxuriously compartmented with mahogany and oak, all coated with thick varnish. Even the oil-based Black and Canary Yellow paints that the crews labouriously caked onto the outside of the ships contained highly volatile solvents.Paint stores were rarely secured, propellant charges and shells were stacked ready for use inside the turrets. ” She started to turn and obviously she didn’t move fast enough for him for he grabbed her from behind and slightly tossed her toward the headboard. She giggled because nobody had done that before. He turned her over and gently opened her before he slowly entered her. He’d start out gentle but the way her core felt drove him to the point he couldn’t take it anymore and he started going as hard and fast as could. She let out a strangled cry before she started screaming in their minds her.