" Molly picked up the basin and walked back out to the kitchen. She refilled it with more warm water and went back out to the sunroom. "Here we go Pau..., let me finish cleaning up that shoulder." She washed off the scrape and then looked at his knees. They weren't scratched too bad and probably just need a couple of band aids and then he would be OK.She set the basin down on the coffee table. "Well Paul, I think you'll live. Let me go find some band aids and get you patched up." Molly walked. He hoped he'd got away on that Soviet ship. He imagined he would've been dropped off somewhere with his Spanish lady. Perhaps they were living it up in London? He knew there were two RNZAF training squadrons permanently based in England. John would have signed up with the fighters. He couldn't imagine him being kept on the ground for long.And John wasn't on the ground. At that very moment he was thundering across the Russian steppe in a formation of Il2 'Sturmaviki.' He was 'training the. “He will let my troops know that they may stop evacuating the city and the troops we captured this morning may be sent home,” I explained.“What are your demands?” the King asked after Jack was gone. Just as I opened my mouth to tell him, something hit me in the chest, knocking me bassackwards over the chair and onto the floor.I heard yelling and the King barking orders while I took stock of my situation and myself. I guessed that I’d been hit in the chest with a crossbow bolt and checked to see. I was a young woman who enjoyed her sex, not the passion or love, just the raw physical action, the suddenness, the unexpectedness and the impulsive explosion, short and the expression of, 'Wham bang, thank you Ma'am', my experience was made from my own ventures and the surprising act of encouraging and accosting men with my demands.He walked right up to where I sat indecently and crouched down in front of me. His strong smell of body odour made my nostril flare, 'You waiting for someone.