‘I can’t just... put my entire life into his hands, right?’ The two other girls looked at each other and shared a meaningful glance. ‘W...at?’ Laura asked. Hannah helped Laura out of the bath and wrapped a big beach towel around her shoulders, both of the girls helped to dry her off and then they showed her to her room. It was quite a luxurious room, with big king sized bed, and a little sitting corner with two arm chairs and a balcony that looked out over the back gardens. ‘Here are. For once I listened to it."Miranda, we've won the US a nice little victory with our counter-attack and we didn't sign on for this ... and we are definitely not getting paid for this sort of fun either. Let's call it a day and leave those bastards in the big bunker for the ground boys to sort out." Fuck that shit." She snarled. "I want to waste those fuckers! That could have been Bel or Janice on those two guns! If you can figure out how to use those two front mounted rocket tubes, we could blow. I wouldn’t give up that feeling of gliding across the floor with her for anything. Even her natural scent as she nestled against me was intoxicating. Years later, I can still remember every touch, movement and smell from that first dance. After the DJ changed songs, we moved apart and looked at each other, uncertain what to say or do. Her eyes allowed me to see the vulnerability that she kept secret from everyone she met. ‘Why’d you do it Hugh?’ She was almost crying as she talked her voice. She soon settled into her new environment. She quickly learnt English, but never lost her Russian accent. As a child she was not particularly pretty, but this changed as she became a teenager. She was now medium height, a good figure, long blond hair, fair skinned and with perfect size C breasts. She could not spend much on clothes but she had a good eye for fashion and made the most of what was available in her local charity shops. She knew she was attractive, but never had the time to.