I was getting used to that too.“Who were they?” I asked “I thought this was a peaceful country internally at least”The remaining, standing, so...dier replied “It is, it should be. By their garb I think they are Wentos; a tribe from the North West. They shouldn’t be this far in. We should warn CoG.”Clearly this posed a problem, if he went North then he would be leaving his charge (me) unguarded and unprotected. If we all went North then the capital would be angry at us being delayed. We couldn’t. Victoria smiled, apologised and returned to her seat opposite, then the strangers answer replayed in her head."No problem, my pleasure," he had said.Victoria sat at her seat, she slid forward a touch, just enough to raise her skirt slightly higher, just showing the bottom of the lace around her stockings. As the train rattled along the tracks Victoria could feel the weight of the stranger's stare. She could also feel that her boobs now free from the support of her bra, were free to gently. I played out what I would say to her, to try and make her mine, or atleast go on a date with me. I had wanted to take her to see a movie that had just released, but really didn't know how to ask her. It was Friday afternoon that I finally plucked up the courage to ask her on a date, but I was to scared to ask her to tell her it was a date. I told her a few of my friends were coming and that she could invite any of her's. I mentioned it would be my treat, I had a weekend job and could easily. The strong movement against the Angel sculptures being displayed at the museum had been expected, but the length of time that it lasted was a surprise to Sabrina. Many people were livid over the shipping of the lost ‘Angel’ sculptures of Michelangelo, which were recently found by Sabrina’s museum, to America from Italy. The natives felt that the sculptures’ rightful place was in Florence, and that it was the actions of ‘scandalous thieves,’ referring to Sabrina and her museum, that wrenched.