Anna pushed her plate away and leaned her forehead against the table. “I’m just going to bang my head here until I knock myself out, okay?” “...C’mon.” His patient amusement only made the situation that much worse. Why couldn’t she be the mature one here? Chair legs scraped against tile then his hand wrapped around her upper arm. He tugged her reluctantly into a standing position. Knowing he wanted to talk about it rather than eat his dinner made her realise just how determined he was to fix. "Wait a sec, I'll get something for you," she said and turned around. I stood there exhausted and angry, trying to figure out the best way to tell her she was a stupid crazy bitch. She came back in with a piece of paper. "This should help, let's see, oh here," she said scanning the page before she started to read out loud: "'Yes mommy. When you kiss my titties, my naughty slit gets all slippery,' blah, blah blah," Marianne said scanning again. "'I put my head. "No, please!" Lynnie protested, "You can't!" And now your bush," the Policewoman ordered. "So strip!" Look I'm out of here," Lynnie snapped but the click of a Colt 45 safety catch brought her back to reality."It's ok," Anton said gently, "It'll be ok," and the policewoman not so gently pulled the one piece swimsuit from Lynnie's shoulders and ripped it down showing her 36D breasts and on down to show her small triangle of blonde pubic hair and her small pink labia."You see, is easy," the. " Ah!"The conversation wound on for an hour as more tea arrived. They all wanted to know about the Messerschmitt Bf 109. Apparently, all of the Red Air Force's combat fighter pilots were spooked by the new German fighter. Designers and technicians had been working overtime to develop a response to the challenge. It dawned on John just why he'd been 'invited' to the facility, perhaps why he and Benin had been brought to Russia in the first place? He was one of only a handful of pilots that had.