<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 laughed out loud when she called him stubborn. Of course he was, but out of her mouth it was like a joke. He couldn't help but tease her some more. She clearly deserved that, even now, when she was on his arms.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Hmph, I can't understand that. I was never so stubborn, I goes it must have rubbed of from you on me. Probably it is some natural reaction of my body, some self-preservation instinct that forces that side of me out to be able to persist next to you. Maybe your body will answer with softening and you will become some cuddly, submissive lady next...sounds unlikely but who knows?"</span><br/><br/>They walked over empty corridors, rarely seeing anybody and when, nobody really paid some any attention. The last shift was still recovering in their rooms, the actual one was caught in the mines and those guys from the next shift were desperately waiting for clearance for the rescue mission. Peter was happy that his rooms had no keys but keypads and he entered the number to open the door. When the lock clicked softly, he carried Alice in, opened the door to her room and placed her carefully on her bed...not without pulling the towel of her body.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I definitely could get used to this view when I come home from work. It is clearly an improvement to some dirty laundry from yesterday waiting on my bed for some washing..."</span><br/><br/>He rolled her around and slapped her butt, before returning to his room to find something to wear. There was no denial in it, he was getting more and more addicted to the policewoman.</div>