It had happened before but in the spring of 1949 it happened nearly every day. She would be walking home from her work at the railway station as a ti...ket officer and some man would make a proposal that she have a drink with him. She was so tempted, just once to have a few drinks and just let happen whatever. She longed for the pleasures that a man could give to her but no she could not do that. She had a responsibility to her son. On this day when the temptation called she hesitated but. Had she not been so intent on the man in tan, Robin might have been surprised at how many eyes her movements attracted. The object of her performance was not at all bashful. He watched her casually yet steadily as she "carelessly" brushed the flimsy material higher on her lap, sipped her cocktail and toyed with the neckline of her dress. It buttoned up the front, and Robin wore no bra, so deft fingers loosened a couple for added effect. The woman noticed a couple more faces turned her. “Vaniralla Freya certainly won’t.”“Truly a warrior woman,” I replied with a grin.“Murian women should take note ... or rather the so called elite should. We’ve already formed two women’s auxiliary units from the free women; damned vicious fighters too, as they’ve never learned restraint,” Kordanta replied, looking very satisfied.“We brought along a few score armour sets for those you think might need it. The Æsir have their own supply,” I added.“Can you adapt?” Kordanta asked.“Yes. Got a set. Here we are."Salon Chantal read the sign. I hesitated. I read on what was writtenunderneath. It said "Full service facility providing beauty treatmentand advice for hair, face and body. Diet, physical conditioning, removalof body hair, cosmetics and hair styling."I was appalled."Oh my God, physical conditioning. What does that mean? I can?t go inthere. There is no way I am going in there."She waved with her arm and pushed me towards the door which opened and acouple of girls helped Jasmin to.