Goran slammed the wagon close and where going to lock it on to his ATV so he could drive it back. Yet he was halted to a stop by Holly who approached him in a way he was kind of used to. He knew it himself that he wasn't looking to bad and with a soldiers body, well he could always get lucky if he wanted. Yet he put on a smile and looked over Holly, she offered her for him so why not?<strong>"Yes, Sweden is my home. Swedish girls are often tall, slender, well formed cures and lithe."</strong>He said with a small laughter remembering his old home, it had been several years now since he last saw it. Yet he knew the curse of being a Swede, ones standard was high.<br/><br/><strong>"American girls like your self are just as good looking. Yet then American girls tend to be fatter then you!"</strong>Goran knew well of some problem USA had and Goran was kind of cold to those problems. If some girls could stay slender like Holly then all could. It wasn't impossible and Goran was a man of action not dreaming. If one stayed strict to ones thoughts and actions you stayed how you wanted but if you're weak you end up fat.<strong>"Girls like you are just as hot as Swedish girls, just in another way. The worst must be the French girls that don't shave!"</strong><br/><br/>The sun was very hot and Goran took of his shirt to clear out some sweat from his forehead. The Swedes body was of a gladiator. Every muscle played under his skin to it's fullest. What Goran used his time for when not working or having sex would be quite clear. That sort of body needed to be taken care of. Okay Goran may not be one to talk but since Holly had talked about how good looking she was compared to Swedish girls.<strong>"How many city boys do look like I do then?"</strong>There had been two reasons to take of his shirt.