"I wasn't sure that I followed the logic but I could see that whatever had happened to her during her training had blotted out any memory of her previ...ous life."That's all right," I said, "it must be my mistake." I took a sip from my drink. "I heard that you are available to us during the flight. Is that right?"Yes of course Sir. I can entertain you here in your seat or there is a bed in a cubicle towards the back of the 'plane." No. Go to the washroom but leave the door unlocked. You can. .. who could tell?The Norse babe had it all; youth, a crisp Nordic face with big blue eyes, long braided blonde hair and more than a hint of well-nourished cleavage under her massive breastplate that suggested her bosoms, when released, might be unmatched in all of Valhalla. On second thought, no ... she was more like Pilsner’s dream woman – young and dumb as a brick, with oodles of bulging baby-fat. She was also, according to tabloid rumors, well... excitable. Supposedly, she was the youngest. I also made sure that all her underwear was not going to leave any panty lines, replacing her lace knickers with only her smallest strings. Unfortunately for her she decided to tease me on the flight wearing loose leather hot pants, a blazer and a vest. These would be the closest things she would have to sensible clothing for the next week.She knew we were both going to be playing games on each other whilst we were away. So when she arrived I was not surprised to find a picture of her looking. Andrea looked at him questioningly. She had never seen him like this. She waited while he paid the cabbie and then, having already got out her keys, took his hand and almost pulled him to the door.As soon as they were inside she turned to him taking both his hands. "What's the trouble, Chris?" she asked softly.Christopher stared at her. "I ... I love you, Andrea," he stuttered and then looked terrified.Andrea freed her right hand and touched his cheek. "And I love you, you silly," she said.