..so etwas...Und dann standen sie vor Uschis Golf. Neben dem alten Wagen stand ein glänzender, schwarzer Porsche Carrera mit dem Heck zur Wand."Auf d...e Motorhaube, los...!"Seine heiseren Worte waren wie Geschosse. Er schleuderte Uschi herum und ließ dann los. Stöhnend prallte die Krankenschwester auf die Motorhaube des teuren Sportwagens."Oh Gott...bitte...!" Wenn du nicht willst dass ich dir deine Kehle durchschneide, dann dreh dich jetzt um, leg dich auf die Motorhaube, los!"Oh Gott, er. “But I’d prefer to call you my boyfriend than my bitch.” Exhaling sharply, Matthew grins and places gentle kisses all over her face, causing her to giggle and squirm against his embrace. Eventually stopping his assault, he looks at her with a relieved smile on his face. “So, are we okay?” he asks, running his fingers down her cheek. “Of course,” she smiles, kissing him on the cheek before leaving his arms. “Wait, where are you going?” “I am going to go to my dorm, it’s late and…” she starts but. As soon as she was secure Jake and Victoria disembarked onto the quay whilst the crew started unloading the packing cases containing the first order for Evans. Captain Johnson chivvied them to complete the work as it neared high tide. By the time everything was ashore the tide had turned, and he ordered the stern line let go. As the tide moved the stern away from the quay the bow line was slipped and the topsails sheeted home. The ship gradually gathered sternway and manoeuvred out into the. The couple re-joined Mission Control in a suburb of South Pacific City where they met the scientists who couldn't be spared as readily as Paul. This was on a floating artificial island separated by several kilometres from the next point of land to which it was connected by long translucent tubes deep beneath the ocean surface. Security was as tight as any that Paul had experienced since he first arrived on Earth. The Briefing Centre was disguised as an Interplanetary Union military base.