I left her a load enough to drown a kitten which would normally grow up to be a pussy. Upon spunking her I knew she was pretty well done for. I guess ...her brain was swelling in her skull and from all the TV medical shows I knew that could become critical pretty soon. I figured I might have half an hour, so decided I had to work fast. Under the chain-fall they had used to hoist her with was an anchor ring in the floor for some other kind of heavy equipment. It was sort of five feet off to. It was still cold. It was 23 degrees according to the thermometer mounted on the front porch.Sgt. Ballerton took a vehicle everyday to check to see if anyone had gotten close to the house. He was worried and wanted to start mounting a guard. Greg vetoed that idea as he pretty much knew it was impossible for anyone to drive, let alone walk up the hill in this much snow.Sgt. Ballerton also made sure every vehicle was started twice a day and run for 20 minutes to insure that the batteries remained. Her mum has recently returned home from a day out and immediately went to have a shower and get changed. Thinking nothing of it, it wasn’t until I went to the bathroom later that night, where my opportunist mindset kicked in. As I finished up doing the toilet, I went to the dirty laundry basket in the hope of finding her mum’s belongings. I could see that her running pants were folded over and I opened them out for a better look. What I found were her mother’s panties tangled inside. My heart. " Is this true, John?" asked Chernagovka, "you might like to send letter to your family?" Perhaps," he shrugged, "mum, dad." But it must be subject to Military censorship!" insisted the Russian."I have a friend... from Spain, an Australian," John said suddenly, "perhaps you might know where he is? We had to leave him behind."The Englishman agreed to make some enquiries and convey it back through intelligence channels.John had to leave the following day. The airstrip was to be decommissioned and.