<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 choked on a piece of cheese and then he laughed loudly, tears running from his face.<br/><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>"Rock solid was a perfect description of the boner I had yesterday, while I tried to clean you up. I would say, if you manage today to get off work before you faint into oblivion, you may judge by your own measures in the shower if it is rock solid or just wooden worm-eaten. But for once I don't fear the jury on this one."</span><br/><br/>He grinned and then he picked up the fashion topic once more.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Yes, I have seen your clothes. Nothing spectacular, but I liked the panties. But you know, if I decide to knock at your door and to take you out, you may need something that matches your beauty. So wait and look. I am sure you will look gorgeous in it."</span><br/><br/>He looked up to her and a playful smile was on his face.<br/><br/>"How come a perfect girl like you isn't married yet? Are those folks in the military blind? Or do you have some bad attitudes you did hide from me so far?"</div>