It did me a world of good, and – according to the other party – her too.ANWAY: On to the story.I was taking my son and three of his friends up to ... cottage in Sweden. I (we in happier times) have done that frequently, usually taking two girls and two boys (including my son) ever since they were old enough to be away for sleep-overs – and more than once had a bawling home-sick kid on our hands. I saw no reason to stop it just because my wife had gone walk-about; the cottage belongs to close. "What the hell are those, private?" I called out, taunting her."My breasts, Sir!" She called back firmly, her face slightly flushed."I don't think so, maggot! Only women have breasts, and you're no woman. In fact, you're nothing but a little girl playing soldier, aren't you?" I goaded her further."If you say so, Sir!" She shouted back, a slight tinge of anger showing at the corners of her mouth."You're god damned right, I do! Women have breasts, soldier. But little girls just have tits. Now,. He started pushing in deeper slowly then would stop for a bit and then go deeper till I could feel him against me. Then the fucking started slowly at 1st, then he bent over me with his weight on me. He was in control and was letting me know. slow and easy was now hard and fast. The headboard was banging and anyone around knew someone was getting fucked hard. I honestly was starting to think I could not take it anymore when he slowed down and told me to lay on my back. I welcomed the rest and. Marry her. I do not expect to outlive the Third Reich. The two of you will be needed to help rebuild the world when this war is over.’ The colonel reached into the drawer of his desk, and brought out another envelope. ‘These are your orders, Private Rickmers. You are fortunate. We expect the invasion to be at Calais. You are to go to Normandy.’ Hans awkwardly stood in front of his colonel, gave the Nazi salute, and, and said, ‘Heil Hitler.’ ‘Do you belong to the Party?’ the colonel asked. .