<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 sighed and got up too. It was a hard way to part after sleeping together. Not only that he reallly would have liked to have some sex now with is girl. The prospect of seeing blood and misery in the hospital was quite the turn down too. He slipped in his pants and a t-shirt when Alice's voice came from the other room.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"You ready, honey?"</span><br/><br/>Even in a moment like this, Peter could help but add a joke to it. He gave his voice some horny tone while he fought a grin on his face. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Sure, honey. I am naked, I have a boner and an assortment of sex-toys here. The only thing missing right now is a horny little minx who wishes to be satisfied."</span><br/><br/>Peter somehow knew that Alice would be glad that he broke the tense situation with joke. He could imagine how much she feared what she had to face. Every man coming up there would remind her of her brother. But those guys were from the top soles mostly. They should be not severily wounded. They had no reports that there had been fatalities there. The true challenge would be the lower soles. Especially those with softer rocks from sole 45 down. He expected that even on those soles not buried under tons of rocks there might be some dead miners.</div>