"You lost, little girl?" No," she told him, "you? Russian?" I'm sorry, Madam," he said, "it's just you look a little on the small side to be in a gun ...rew." I can pull my weight!" Possibly, but not as much, I imagine, as that big Ox over there," he answered, indicating the Gun Sergeant."I'm the gun layer," she told him, "not as it's any business of yours." I apologise," he told her, "my name is Gregory Retvizan. You remind me of a little French Girl I knew in Siberia during the Russian Civil. We went on training weekends like this quite often. Womens hockey even at the top doesn’t pay well enough, so we all had to keep our day jobs. Still our coach wanted us to train as much as possible, so quite regularly she arranged for us to sleep on the sport campus. There were no signs that this weekend would turn out any different from the other weekends. When arrived we divided the rooms and put our bags on the bed. I bunked with Babs and Riley this time. After we got settled, we went. The bank stuff is almost correct. You’ve got no credit cards and nothing in checking or savings. I’m not as nice as Diana. I also took my name off the lease effective tomorrow. I’ve packed all my clothes over the past few days and when we are done here, Diana and I will take my computer, TV, video equipment, and the rest of my clothes with me. Then I will be gone.”“But Mick...”“Wait right there. Those envelopes have the divorce petitions and the photos of you two. We are both filing using. On the short ride over there Patty and I were in the back seat and I put my hand up her skirt to play with her panties. She slapped my hand playfully, but spread her legs to give me access. About the only thing accomplished was to give me a huge boner.It was a large four bedroom house in a nice neighborhood and very nicely appointed. I was surprised to see Cindy, the Johnson’s 19 year old daughter, home. I just figured she had a break at college or something. Also, there was a man that I didn’t.