Once again, I have to say that although Lt. Col. Vandervoort and his shattered ankle are entirely real, Daniel is pure fiction. For those of you who ...ave stuck by this story, I thank you profusely for reading it and voting. For those of you just discovering this story, I’d ask you to read all the chapters and vote, vote, vote. Thanks again one and all. Chapter 10 Ste-Mere-Eglise, France, June 6, 1944 A life for a life: that had been the bargain Madame Renault had struck with God in the wee. Dan buried his hand in her blond hair and brought her mouth to his, their tongues dancing in a passionate bond. Veins were furiously bulging in his cock as his free hand went to play with his daughters erect nipple, the nubs standing up angrily with arousal. With her neglected nipples finally getting the attention from her father, Anna let a soft whimper out into her fathers mouth. Her whimper turned into a soft moaning when the calloused tips of her daddys fingers pinched the red beads of. . no problems." Then come, by all means."The mellow 'ping' of the intercom sounded less than fifteen minutes later."Yes?" It's me, Boss." Uncertainty in Jen's voice again. I pressed the door release."Come on up, Jen."When I opened the door, I didn't speak; just bowed and swept my hand in a theatrical 'come in' gesture. Jen met my eyes, and slid past me. She slipped out of her shoes and I followed her jeans-clad, shapely rear as she padded barefoot into the lounge."Glass of wine, Jen?" Please. ’ ‘I know. But you must have known I was going to have trouble keeping my eyes on your face when you put that top on.’ She didn’t answer me, but her grin said she had known and it was fully her intention. I just hoped this was not going to be a case of her teasing me with what I would never have. ‘It was nice of you to show up. Eventually,’ I said. ‘I was wondering how long it would take you to call someone else. Seems it was about half an hour, I feel honoured you waited so long,’ she replied,.