During that process, I had been making a fair amount of noise that only stopped once the second kit was free. In that silence, I heard someone intermi...ttently tapping. At first I thought it might have been one of the survivors but from where I was hearing it the sound was farther back. Wondering what it was, I realized that I had never checked the bathroom.Leaving everything where it was I hurried back in to check the bathroom. What I found was a door jammed from the inside and pushing on it. .. Your t­shirt... Your trainers, socks, jeans... You fumble for a moment with your bra­clasp ­ I imagine your fingers shaking and numb. Your breasts finally free, they’re small and wonderful ­ nipples hard like bullets. I wonder how much longing my expression is showing. Your eyes search my face. I pointedly look between your legs. You knickers are damp. I fancy that I can smell your excitement, but perhaps it’s mine. Then your knickers are gone too and you’re standing in front of me. So. Your Thorvald is no different from other men. Indeed, as an older, experienced warrior he has to set the example." Not my Thorvald!" wept Astrid.Surely Gudrun's words were said in jest. Her husband assured her that no heathen woman had tempted him in this way, although he was often rather coarse in his description of their freckled, red-haired beauty. Although Astrid had no great love for Hibernian women, who were mere chattels to their men and worshipped the god of Charlemagne and Rome, she. Once in the car we all introduced ourselves a little more formally. Nadine’s friend was named James and he was a really nice looking black guy who was probably in his mid to late 20’s. My date Robert, was about the same age, athletically built and had a smile which could light up a Christmas tree. I was very very attracted to him. The car was virtually a small limousine with two seats facing each other and Nadine immediately cuddled up to James, kissing him a few times and almost seemed.