” He smirked, shining his flashlight on the statues big, bulging belly. “Most importantly, they don’t empty these things out until the morning s... right now, there could be like a grands worth of donations in there. Maybe even more! And that’s for each of them.” Michael focussed the light back on the statue’s big rubbery butthole. “We just gotten stick our hands up there and pull it out, like a lucky dip.” He chuckled.“I dunno, Mike,” Gabe said. “Setting aside how fucking weird that is …. Her crew called her the Ice Maiden.Tromsö lay ahead, about 150 miles to starboard. It was March of 1944, and there were a thousand newly-built up-gunned Sherman "Firefly" tanks and 600 Lend-Lease P-40 fighters aboard -- destined for Stalin's armies, by way of Murmansk. The weather forecast called for blustery winds, with a possibility of heavy snow later in the evening. It was sleeting lightly and visibility was down to 50 feet.Jud Kirsch unbuttoned his military parka as he stepped indoors. ” He says. I’m confused, what does he mean?“Why not?” I ask.“Cause you might regret it later, trust me.” He gives me a wink.“You mean like when I’m old and grey? I’m not scared of getting sick. I live now.”A strange smile appears on his face. “No not later.” He says “Tonight.” I still haven’t got a clue what he means by saying that. But I guess sometimes it’s better to don’t know everything. I like him very much and I don’t want to offend him. So I accept the water he offers me with a. “Good morning,” replied Maureen’s Clan as they greeted one another. During this the other Command Staffs began arriving, with Kaitlin and Eibhlin coming in last.As everyone was taking their seats Maureen said, “While we don’t expect the birthing to start before late this evening, we thought meeting here was a prudent precaution. Besides, when we are done here we plan to use the birthing baths for a while.”“That seems different,” commented Mirial of Molly’s Clan.Mégane replied, “In the past.