I got placed in the seat next to a very pretty young Canadian woman, and the flight seemed to go very quickly, as we were into a bit of snogging and a...quick grope. It was a pity that I wasn't going to be a genuine holiday maker, as I would have been set up easily with this Canadian woman. I suppose I will have to forget about international goodwill with this lass, much to my regret.We piled into a taxi whose driver was displaying a sign with our names on it. The taxi took us to one of the. " There was a muffled noise at the other end of the line as the clerk laid the phone on the desk and moved away from it. Kevin reached in his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, taking out and lighting it while he was waiting. He would see how efficient Jean had had her friends be. This would be the first thing her father would have checked. If it was verified then he would do nothing else. What could he do? One had to believe official documents He tensed for a moment as he heard the. Finally, he looked up at me and asked, ‘How much Russian do you speak?’ ‘None, Sir.’ ‘Then what the fuck are you doing here?’ ‘Following orders, Sir?’ I suggested. Barely keeping his temper in check he said, ‘We are a Russian intelligence battalion stationed in Germany. You have high school German that you haven’t used in years and speak no Russian. The French hate us, but they don’t fight, and Korea is down the road a piece. Do I have that right, Lieutenant? In other words, what fucking good. This chapel at this time is always empty, though there are just a few church goers at that time as well. His dad doesn't like to leave us at home alone at the time, so we were forced to go with. When we arrived my boyfriend and I went into the waiting room area and sat down on the floor to wait for his dad. As soon as his dad left us, my boyfriend threw his hand on my left breast! "Sean, what are you doing?! This is a holy place!" I whispered. "So...I can't help it. You are looking pretty hot.