<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/90/Squadron_Leader._Jack_Monroe.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>Jack Monroe</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>The hangar</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> Abs</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> Thinking about getting frisky</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>"Sorry I haven't had time to look you up before now," he told her, pulling her up to him and holding her tightly.  He remembered the smell of her, the feeling of her in his arms, the taste of her lips....<br/><br/>He kissed her, then said, "We have time for lunch, or for some... other activities.  Your choice, Grease Monkey."