"drink?" oh that's so sweet thank you! I'm stuck her for the duration of this storm I guess. This weather is crazy..." never breaking eye contact. Smi...le set in concrete. "cheers!" returning the smile as we clink bottles and drink deep of the beer and each other. She jumps right into a convoluted traveler story of how she ended up stuck here. Missed flights. Project overruns. Finally a break for a few days and wasting precious hours in airport hell. But the smile comes back full force as she. I’m sorry, who is this? I don’t recognise the voice or at least I can’t put a name to it.”“My turn to apologise. It’s David, from last night’s wine tasting.”“Oh yes, my little daughter’s heartthrob.” She laughed.“Not you as well.” I complained. “To be honest, that’s the reason for the call.”“She’s still in bed, lazy thing, so you’ll have to wait to fix your next date.”I could hear the humour in her voice but I also sensed that it was forced, understandably she wasn’t too keen but had decided to. A few minutes later I had placed my order and I thought about Miss Shannon, a slave, a sex slave and in love with me. A month went by and I received a small manila-wrapped package, inside was a small cardboard box and a bottle. I read the instructions carefully. The product claimed to use a females olfactory senses to imprint love in her heart while also stimulating her sexual desires. It warned that this product should never be used for illicit purposes, screwing Shannon and using her like a. ‘Answer me, damn it.’ Michael yelled at her. ‘Oleg.’ Elisabeth managed to whisper. ‘That’s right. Fucking Oleg.’ Michael screamed one last time at Elisabeth before turning his back to her. Elisabeth watched as Michael struggled to regain some control over himself and his emotions. Finally, after ten minutes of silence, Michael turned back to face her. ‘I know Harry sent you here to try and talk me out of going to Syria, but you can save it because I’m going. You need to leave now.’ Michael said.