so she turned away , looking up at the ceiling , and touched her chest with one hand , squeezing and rubbing her nipple , while she stroked across the front of her panties with her other hand . `` just a sketch pad and a few pencils . '' he knew she was there , had lifted his gaze to meet hers , but he was n't speaking . some weary u.s. army armored division had set up camp in it in 1945 . hello , oliver said to her , and nodded . he gave her a wink and left . 