"Hello there, Porter. Why are you upside-down?" she said. Her grin looked like a frown from where I was sitting.She straightened back up slowly, and c...ontinued back, her legs still slightly parted, and she reached straight up with her arms and began bending over backwards. She gracefully kept bending until she could raise her eyes and see the floor again. She continued to arch over, putting her palms flat on the floor, and she did a back walkover, as easily as I had ever seen it done. She put. “Lee here.”“Moy krasavitsa Lee. The glupyy mudak, in sickbay.”“Oh dear, I hope he is alright,” she replied, relieved that she hadn’t killed him. He was a stupid arsehole, but Lee didn’t wish his blood on her hands, once was bad enough.“The glupyy mudak, forget net. Has broke jaw, broke ribs and busted ball,” Mik delighted in telling her.“Ouch,” Lee winced. She had done more of a number on him than she thought. “Thank you, Mik. Will this affect your team?”“Ya. Ben says Isha is move and do his. “Yeah, sure, I’ll call you if by some miracle I have the money to meet you in London. I’m sorry Jude.” There was no goodbye. I loved her messy hair, and the black under her tired eyes. She stood on the platform waiting for the train to take her from Barcelona to Madrid. “Excuse me, do you know when the next train is arriving?” A handsome stranger with ash blonde hair and dark brown eyes inquired of the slender brunette. He gave her a half smile. “It should be here in a few minutes.” she. Her shoes fell off as she waslifted and carried several feet, then plopped onto theseat of a van (it had a sliding door) and belted in. Her dress had a zipper all down the front. Thelower part could be opened to make a suggestiveslit in front, and the top could be opened to revealas much cleavage as needed. For walking into arestaurant, she had elected maximum closure andmaximum tightness. Now, she felt someoneunzipping her skirt right up to the bottom of thesack, at her waist, and lifting.