Freddie explained his quest. It was hard to be explicit. He didn't want to mention Strasser, the other girls or their tattoos. Viktor listened attenti...ely interrupting only occasionally to ask questions or to clarify some point or other. He seemed content for Freddie to tell his tale but as the story unfolded Ilsa seemed to get progressively more nervous. She drew her stole more closely around her neck, peering closely at Clegg as he spoke, twisting her wedding ring nervously. As Viktor. He is looking to retire after .twenty five years of service. If he doesn’t get the promotion, or if they want to assign him to another ship, he may just retire at twenty. He is young enough to start another career, and we still get a lot of benefits. Anyway, thanks for the tour and letting me ramble on. I should let you get to your painting.” “OK, Connie. Thanks for the supplies and I look forward to talking to you again once I have someplace to sit down.” After Connie left, Margie set about. She could see straight inside. “Oh Sandra, you didn’t tell me she was that gorgeous…” Sandra glanced in her rear view mirror and smiled. The limo slowly moved back into traffic and floated down the road, towards Manhattan. “Well, now you know, Beeb. I’ve put some champagne in one of the compartments.” Bebe reached over and found the large bottle and two flutes. Maxine observed the blonde 20-year old. Her petit frame, her toned curves, her small breasts, her trendy short blond hair. Sandra had. Her deep thinking makes her lose track of thetime and where they are. Looking out the dark tinted windows, all she can see are abandoned factories and warehouses by the harbor. ‘Where are we?’ She asks bemused, glancing out of the windows. Downing the last of his wine, Mikhail straightens his suit a little. ‘I have a small business meeting I must attend to with some, for want of a better word, business rivals of mine… Don’t try to escape, Little One. There is a man with a high powered rifle in.