CHRISTINE THE NORSE GIRL
by Hamlet
CHRISTINE AND MONIKA RESCUE STEPHEN FROM DANGER


I was now cycling behind Christine as we were now in the outskirts of Flisborg
heading for Volinge in the mountains 6 Kms to the north. We were cycling along
the cycle lane that went besides all roads in this Nation as there were far
more bicycles than cars and everything was done to take care of the safety and
needs of cyclists .Along the road were telephone kiosks where any cyclist
could ring for help if He/She had a puncture. Within a few minutes a Bicycle
Officer(BO) would appear .Like all figures of authority in this Nation they
were overwhelmingly Female .They wore tight black leather uniforms of a tight
leather studded collar ,leather jacket, a steel cyclist's helmet ,skin tight
leather shorts and calf length boots.

They were experts at medical care and also could repair a puncture within a
few seconds. If a cyclist was injured or too exhausted to travel the BO would
organise a wagon to take Him/Her to the nearest town where they would be put
on the train to go home. The BOs worked alongside the RTJs who patrolled the
traffic as well as the trains and buses making sure that all cyclists behaved
themselves and scrupulously observed the National Highway Rules that every
Citizen who rode a bicycle or drove a car would have to learn by heart. As we
were cycling along I saw one BO cycle past us.

She had a name badge on BO Monika Ballbaaster. She cycled past Us revealing
Her incredible physique and Her platinum blonde short hair .It was clear that
She had been told by Judge Cynthia that we were in the area and that She was
keeping a strict eye on us making sure also that I was not too exhausted and
that medical care was available if I should ever collapse under the strain.

I realised I would never keep, up with Christine as She was an excellent
cyclist and excelled in cycle races winning at school every time just as She
excelled in every other sport. It was just impossible to get anywhere near Her
as we were now in the country itself .She would have to keep riding back to
see how I was doing realising that I would never be able to keep up with Her

As we were cycling outside.

I could se the lovely houses and blocks of flats of the outskirts of Flisborg
They all looked so clean and well maintained with their spotless whitewashed
walls, their balconies and their red riled roofs. The gardens all looked so
lovingly tended with their incredible profusion of tropical plants and
flowers, palm trees. jacarandas,hibisci ,orchids all growing in abundance in
the wonderful fertile soli this Nation. Almost every house had a large
Norselandic flag outside and nearly every house had a portrait of The Queen
Goddess outside. Each house had a wonderful view of the majestic Thorskull
Mountains as they roe in splendour in the distance .As I gazed in them I
though if only I could be a Norse Man!

We were soon outside the town itself. As I looked to my right I could see the
ski lifts. I could also see hundreds of skiers dressed in leather and rubber
ski outfits go hurtling down the sides of the mountain at full speed. From
what I could see they all looked so fearless and strong especially the Women.
This looked like a sport I could never hope to learn as I knew I could never
possess the skills and the agility of these Norselanders.

We were soon outside the town and were on the cycle track surrounded by dense
forests. Even though they were dense they still looked as if every centimetre
was cared for. I noticed came sites and paths going into the forests with
notices everywhere.

As I cycled with Christine still going right ahead of me. I noticed a large
sign written in English and Norselandic.

WELCOME TO THE THORSKULL MOUNTAINS

The following Rules apply.

1. You must not drop any litter at all .Anyone dropping litter will be fined
NM 1000 (£50) on the spot and will be punished immediately with 6 strokes of
the crop on the first offence increasing by NM1000 and six crops for
subsequent offences.

2. All wildlife must be respected. Severe penalties ill be meted out to anyone
harming out troubling any animal. You must also be careful of dangerous
animals especially grizzly bears and cougars and not disturb them .You must
not go to prohibited areas with dangerous animals.

3. You can only picnic in designated areas and cook in the areas provided.
Severest penalties will be meted out to anyone cooking or lighting fires
anywhere else, especially given the dangers of forest fires.

4. No one must take away flowers or plants nature must be respected at all
times.

5. No loud music may be played .If you want to listen to music you must use
headphones only.

6. You may only come in designated camping areas. If you are seen camping
anywhere else your tent will be destroyed at once.

HAVE A HAPPY TIME IN NATURE BUT OBEY THE LAW

ANY INFRINGEMENT OF THESE RULES WILL RESULT IN THE SEVEREST COROPRAL
PUNISHMENT

BY ORDER

SUSANNA SEXTON

ROYAL MOUNTAIN JUDGE FLISBORG/VOLINGE AREA

I realised this was a Nation where the Law had to be obeyed everywhere even in
the remotest mountains .There was no escape from the almighty Law especially
as every mountain tack there were CCTV cameras. Helicopters above and the RMJs
and Mountain Officers (MOS) patrolling in bikes everywhere.

I looked before me and the road almost went up the side of the mountain.
Christine demonstrated Her amazing athletic skills by bounding up the mountain
on Her bike with 20 gears as if they were nothing. Within a few minutes She
was right up the side of the mountain bounding towards Volinge almost as fast
as a motorbike.

She left me far behind right at the end of the mountain nearly 3 KMs away. I
put my bike in the lowest gear possible and tried my hardest to cycle up the
mountain but it was to no avail. I could hardly move at all and eventually
collapsed with total exhaustion sweat pouring down my face.

I then looked above. I could see dark clouds suddenly appear above me The
Thorskull Mountains were known to have the most terrible thunderstorms which
involved driving rain and hail as they were so close to the Pacific Ocean
Suddenly the clouds opened and rain came pouring down. I was now drenched and
so cold as an icy wind came down from the Mountains falling right down upon me
.I tried to ring Christine on my mobile phone but I could not see to dial the
numbers. What was worse was that the phone slipped from my hand and fell into
a puddle as I could see it going down the road that was fast turning into a
torrent. My clothes were getting wetter I was shivering with cold in a strange
country with no hope as I was incapable of walking up the road with my bicycle
to reach Volinge.

What was even worse was my fear of being attacked by one of the wild animals
that abounded in the Mountains .There was almost every species known.
Norseland as a country believed very seriously in conservation and would take
away species such as the mountain tiger that were threatened with extinction
and take then to a new habitat in the Thorskull or Gronskull Mountains where
they would be tenderly cared for. The result was that parts of the Mountains
had more animals than humans. There were warning signs everywhere to look out
for dangerous animals put up by the RMJs and the MOs and if it was know that a
mountain tiger was in a certain area that part of the Mountains would be
fenced off by the RMJ/MOs and all entry forbidden.

I was feeling so cold and desperate. I took refuge at a picnic site under a
huge fir tree. I was shivering and in desperation began to cry as I heard the
thunder overhead as the rain came down in what seemed like a ceaseless
torrent.

I looked above and saw a sign .

PROHIBITED AREA

Dangerous animals in area Entry forbidden totally

By Order

RMJ

I began to be more afraid than ever as I sat there.

I then heard a rustling sound. I looked up .It was a Norselandic grizzly bear
one of the most feared animals in the world .It was known to be so strong it
could take off a person's head with one single blow!

Just as the bear was coming towards me a rock hit it right in the stomach.
Another one hit it right in the eye; it screamed and ran straight into the
woods.

I looked behind and I could see Monika the BO followed by Christine running at
full l sped towards the bear with steel sticks in Their hands ready to beat it
to a pulp if necessary. They were both screaming the Valkyrie Yell to make it
even more frightened.

YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!

The bear ran away at full speed petrified .It was quire clear that it would
not dare attack if anyone stood up to it.

Christine saw me drenched and shaking with the cold and fear

She held me tightly putting Her whole hand down my crotch and giving me a long
slow Welcome Kiss. I felt so elated as I could also feel the rain stop and
sunshine appear on the horizon.

'I'm sorry I left you darling Stephen, it's just that I was getting so excited
tearing up that mountain .I tried ringing you on your mobile but it doesn't
work!'

'I'm sorry Madame Christine I lost it in the thunderstorm!' I said wailing my
head resting on Her leather clad shoulder.

Monika came up to me.

'I saw you in the distance Stephen as I followed you from Flisborg .In future
Stephen if ever you're in trouble in the mountains again you must ring a RMJ
or a MO or if you're a cyclist a BO on the phone cabins and help will come at
once.'

'Thank you so much Madame Monika!'

She too gave me a long slow Welcome Kiss and gave me a good feel down my
crotch with Her leather gloved hand.

'Stephen I can see you are soaked and in danger of caching hyperthermia .I've
arranged for MO Cricketa Roxgaard to come here with a Land Rover to take you
to the RMJMOHQ in Volinge .She will strip you down and put you in pyjamas and
put you to bed. You will need medical and psychiatric care which She can
provide. You will be taken care of .Next time you ate in the Mountains and
lose your mobile, you must ring for immediate assistance and stay away from
all Prohibited Areas as being in a PA is an offence for which I could punish
you'

'Is that absolutely clear?'

'YES BO BALLSBAASTER!'

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