How are you? What are you up to these days?” Taking a quick breath, I said, ”Crap, sorry… where are my manners? Gail, this is Joe.” I nodded a... my drinking partner. “Joe, this is Gail. We were sweethearts in high school and for a short time in college.”“I’ve been good,” Gail was saying and I kept one arm around her, afraid she would disappear, run away or something. Damn, she was beautiful, even prettier than I remembered. My mind was all over the place but one thought dominated: Why in the. A good proportion of the village had already left for lands further North. Horse pulled carts were leaving as the mist clung savagely to the land and the people took what little belongings they could muster.“Dani! – Dani!”A shrill cry pierced the air.“The Vikings are coming! The Vikings are coming!”More shrill voices rang out the warning as people rushed and scattered. Men took up their arms but what use were they against a hoard of trained marauders. Women and children ran for whatever safety. She woke to a shuffling beside her as Rostrimov took the first seat for an hour or so, but quickly fell back asleep. On long missions, Soviet pilots took spells, taking short naps to ward off fatigue in one of the fold down bunks located at the back of the rear cabin. It was not uncommon for them to take handfuls of uppers, such as Dextroamphetamine, to remain sharp. There was no supply of Dextro on board the '09', so Mischa had to do things the old fashioned way. When she finally awoke, they. She placed her handbag on the table by the door and made to go sit on a couch, but instead of looking where she was going Leanne was busy admiring John’s ass and his well toned calves. She could tell that he was a runner instantly. As soon as she started walking, her foot caught on the corner of the rug, which had been folded up because the door hit it every time it was opened. She tripped and landed awkwardly, falling with her left foot under her. John swung around, saw Leanne on the floor,.