<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Peter Halvardson</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Viking'</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Peter grinned like some little brat, when he saw her face flush red once she realised that his hands hand been literally everywhere on her body. It sounded far more erotic as it had been, even if he had a boner doing it. But holding an unconscious girl upright, while trying to remove the dirt-crust of a double-shift was more labour than pleasure. But some details he remembered pretty well, even this morning. The soft touch of her breasts, full, round and firm, the slender waist with that impressive sixpack at her front and the neatly trimmed hair in a proper v-shape. It had been like some arrow pointing into the right direction. Not that Peter would have needed some help to find it anyway.<br/><br/>It was obvious that her body rebelled against geting up. And he would rebel even more once he had to work. Without a lot of words he pressed her back into the pillows and rolled her on her belly. She tried to fight him, once he straddled her legs, but he pushed her back down.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Relax, Alice. Do you think I am that sort of guy, who only rapes a woman when she tries to fight him? If I had wanted some fun with you, I could have had after the shower. Nope, you said I am good in that, so let me try to get some of the soreness out of your body."</span><br/><br/>He pushed the t-shirt over her head, allowing him a good look at her perfectly toned back. His hands started in the lower part of her back with soft pressure, moving slowly higher, his fingers searching skillfully for the sore parts. If by any means her groans and sighs were an indication that he did well, then he could have felt honored.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I slept well, Alice. Like a baby and longer than I usually do. Either it was your presence in this room that achieved it or carrying you back and trying to prevent you from crumbling into a pile of dirt and sore flesh in the shower made me tired. I don't mind a hard camp on the floor, if it helps a young girl to sleep well. So, don't worry. I had no idea which number your locker had, so I couldn't dress you after the shower. Sorry for that. If you give me the key, I will fetch your clothes later."</span><br/><br/>His fingers brushed over the trapezius muscle now and to him it seemed like Alice had some alien bugs under her skin. It was one big area of knots and tensions. His thumb started to work on the first ones.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You have to tell me, if you are able to work today. I know, I said that I don't allow you to slack off, but I know too, that if I don't watch you, then your ambition and this ridiculous will to prove what you can achieve, will turn things worse. I could change our shift with some other guy. Then you have twelve hours more to recover. Your call, Alice. It is no problem to do it, we all change our shifts here when we don't feel well. And maybe you would like to see those soles, were they actually break the ore. Or you would like to investigate a little..."</span><br/><br/>She couldn't see his grin, but she could feel his thumbs dig into a sore spot, making her groan.</div>