The outfit doesn’t scream waiter, so I assume he is just a Good Samaritan who heard my drunken ramblings and decided I needed to sober up quick. �...Yeah. Water would be great.’ I move off the stool and nearly fall flat on my face as the room tips precariously. ‘Careful there.’ His hands are on my shoulders, eyes looking straight into mine. ‘Why don’t you sit and I’ll get it?’ ‘Swedish?’ The word bursts out before I can shut my mouth. His lips quirk. ‘Finnish. Wait here.’ Then he’s gone and. I started to cry and begged him to try again, he did, but I just couldn’t relax and he got no-where near putting it in me after that.Again the next time, I was laying on top of him and as we got out of our beautiful 69 and I was as open everywhere as I was ever going to get, I spun round and lowered my bum onto his rock hard helmet.We both held our breath as we watched each other and I lowered myself down a fraction of an inch at a time. I know I was waiting for it to tear me apart, but it. “I wasn’t here last year.”“It means, sweetie,” Anita chips in, “that we all have to file into that gilded Basilica over the way for Midnight Mass, attended by all the deceased popes.”“What all of them?”“Every fuckin’ one, back to the year dot. Last year there were more than 250 and most of ‘em - apart from the faggots - couldn’t keep their hands to themselves. We were the only women in the congregation. Jeez was I sore afterwards!”“Why don’t they admit other women into the service?” Miss Gale. Nayar raised an eyebrow making a mental note of the fact that they had a plane capable of delivering a bomb.Cadet Sada asked, “Or should we have turned your own tanks on it and leveled the hotel that way?”General Wynn said, “We could have done that. We had just stolen your tanks and the munitions for them. However, the cadets thought that just leveling the hotel and leaving all of the other buildings around it intact ... they felt it sent a much clearer message about the target of the.