She looked right at me, and continued “You have always been so good to me, to us, and I, well, I have tried to repay your kindness, but don’t know...how.” She looked down at the floor, and started speaking again. “I also need this too, it has been so long, and I just, well.” “Debbie, look at me, please. You don’t need to do this for me, to repay me,” I said. She immediately raised her head and looked right at me, and said, “No, you misunderstood. I need this, for me. I want to repay you, but I. The door closes behind us, we are alone in a semi dark empty bar surrounding by lots of liquor, wooden stools, tables and comfortable couches.I have you trapped between me and the wall. We kiss, our hands moving like crazy all over our bodies. I grab the back of your neck with one hand and push you against me, our tongues deep in each other’s mouths. My other hand is on your hip, slowly moving up and down your side. Both your arms are around my shoulders, keeping me close to you. You can fell. Butwere these simply male thoughts re-intruding on me? Could a woman alsofind glory as a warrior? Somehow it didn't seem to fit. But no matter; Ihad a job to do and I would do it.The day drew toward a close. All day long my path southward, down to thecity, was bathed in clear sunlight, but as the sun moved west I saw enoughshadow on the hill to give me confidence I could make it to the bottomunnoticed--as long as I did not run into someone right there on the hill.*This is it!* I thought. I. First European stop is Oslo, and we’ll do a courtesy visit to Uncle Jan. They’ll stay, me and MY redhead will visit for a day, then go to Switzerland.She’s got checklists on her iPad and in her head and she’s checking and double-checking and I’m picking at her.“Sweetie, we’re going to Europe, not the Cannibal Coast. If you forget something, you can buy it there...”“You know how I am about surprises, baby...”“I’ve surprised you a few times and you liked it.”“You know what I mean.”“How about if I.