<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 had tried not to look at her upper body, he really had, hard, determined to treat her like the bloody military policewomen she was. But he failed, totally. Utter defeat. The last time he had seen someone coming at least close to Alice had been fifteen years ago, on his last free weekend at Ariel-2, the big mining planet in the Bachliva-constellation. They had partied the end of their probation, him and some other miners and they had looked forward on their next stint, wherever it would take them. The big bucks were waiting. Parties and girls. Stupid boys they had been, so absolutely stupid. Why had the idea never crossed their minds that Universal Exploration was hiding something? Why had they never wondered that there were no old miners on Ariel-2? Why had they even believed that life could be like it is shown in advertising? In retrospect Peter couldn't believe he had ever been so stupid. But the truth was, he had not seen it coming, those ugly fifteen years of work and destruction. But on that last free weekend they had hired some hookers. To join the party and to continue the party later. Her name had been Samara, she had been in her mid-twenties, all longs legs, fake tits and surgery altered smile. Nothing you could compare to Alice at all, but at least she had looked like a woman and not like weight-lifting champs as the female miners looked. They had spend the evening with booze and games, then split up for their individual night games. He had paid her for the entire night and they had fucked like rabbits until she had been so sore, that she had refused to let him enter her again. Nevertheless it was one of the happier memories Peter had. <br/><br/>But there was Alice. The moment she removed the top of her overall, his eyes were glued to her body. He took every detail in, the soft skin, the long, perfectly toned muscles, an unbelievable contrast to the mountains of muscles the female miners had gained by testosterone and work, the six-pack on her belly and her breast in the lycra tank-top. Damn, she actually had breasts and he was sure that they were all natural. The female workers here only displayed upper bodies like body-builders, not the slightest bit of fat and of course no breasts deserving this name. Peter felt sweat appearing on his forehead and he wanted to touch this perfect body, when Alice knocked a stop sign into the ground.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"And you don't touch me unless I say yes. Deal?"</span> <br/><br/>A groan left his lips, one he had not intended, but he finally managed to tear his eyes of her body and to look into her eyes. She had nice eyes, even if they were filled with frustration and anger now.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"You know what you ask here of me, right? I am a man after all and I can't say that I ever saw a woman like you before in my life, but I haven't seen one even coming close to you in the last fifteen years. I am no eunuch, Alice, I can't look at you and pretend you are some ugly, fat, disgusting woman. I know that I WANT to touch you, but I know too, that I can't risk a deal for my pleasure. Ok, I promise that I try hard not to touch you...I have no idea if I succeed. Is it still a deal?"</span><br/><br/>The frustration and the surpressed need had been in his voice, but then he was all professional again. He wasn't looking forward to the shower in twenty hours. She would see the attraction she had on him then. Regardless that after 24 hours of work he should be dead, there was no chance that this view wouldn't arouse him. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Ok, I know that you worry know how you may leave this planet again. In two cases it won't be a problem. If you find nothing, then I accompany you to the shuttle and take care that you are still alive when the shuttle docks after the flight. If you forget about your mission at some point it won't be a problem either. The real problem will arise, if you decide to haul me in. I am honest with you, Alice. I will not leave this planet alive then. I have not survived fifteen years of hell to end in a bigger one. I prefer to die then. But regardless if I am dead or if you try to drag me on board of the shuttle alive, you will have 8000 miners against you. I have no idea yet, how I may find a way for you to escape unharmed then, but I will find one. I have no interest in you dying in this hellhole. Even if that sounds crazy to you. I know best, that killling you down here and make it look like an accident would be the easiest way. But I am a sportsman, Alice. We have a competition here and whoever wins it at the end, he gets the credits for that. If you manage to beat me, which will probably be the hardest job you ever got in your life, then you deserve to stay alive. "</span><br/><br/>He pointed at the nutrition pack in her lap.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Damn, Alice. Eat that stuff, it cost me a fortune to get it. And you will need it anyway. We have only worked four hours yet, twenty more to go. And don't even think that I will accept you to have a break, now that it is in the open that you are not a miner. You will work here, as much as I do. I told you already that I believe it will change you. I am pretty sure about that. Going down here and work everyday to the point where your body stops functioning, where you need drugs to even manage to get back to the sleeping room, it is some experience that alters you. But don't worry, you are in the best hands. I will watch for you and I may even pull you from work, when I realise that you reached the point of no return."</span></div>