<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;">He looked up when she entered the room. The sleep and the hairwash had clearly helped her appearance.<br/><br/>"That would be a pity, Alice. I liked that look, I wasn't kidding when I said there is nothing prettier. And no, there won't be any naked pictures on the black market, I am jealous guy, you ARE MINE. But I put them on universum net in the topic 'known undercover agents'. I fear your career as you know it has ended. But maybe you will the next top model instead..."<br/><br/>He gave her a wink and then made an inviting gesture with his hand.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Your room. There's a lock on the connecting door, so you don't have to worry that I might get into some testosterone laden raping rush, when you hide that beautiful body from me. I thought I place you next door to make it easier for you to arrest me. No fear that I might escape you then. And I don't have to walk some extra miles with you over my shoulder when you pass out again. Our shift starts in eleven hours. I guess we should eat something first and then I levae it you, what you want to do next. Grill me or cuddle me, ask me for another massage or kick my ass for watching your naked body for three hours and not covering it with a blanket."</span></div>