Sarah Riga Devices

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‎Sarah Riga Devices 

‎Sarah met her friend Riga. The two gals talked about non-gal things. That of nuclear weapons. And how to use them. Sarah was a combat pilot. She flew a hot propjet fighter. It carried a single belly mounted weapon. A nuclear bomb of twenty kilotons. Sarah mentioned a different device. This fitted inside a small suitcase. It was dial a yield. This made it useful for different targets. Delivery method were hugely varied. Sarah's bomb was hand carried. Riga's was via warplane. Both brought the same result. Massive devastation when needed. Both gals were psychopaths doing these jobs. Neither female was to be messed with. Riga was a proactive critical thinking powerhouse. Sarah was a skilled tenacious soldier. Riga was seven years older than Sarah. Their backgrounds were different. Riga was from Asia and Sarah from UK. Riga had been an operative working in many environments from the jungle to a call centre; pilot of aerospace craft including planes and flying disc. Sarah saw combat in the UK civil war and with the English Army. Both were battle hardened. Riga was a mother of three gals. Sarah had no kids just yet. Their chat on Weapons of Mass Destruction went on for two hours. They drank coffee and ate jam sandwiches. It could've been a meet up discussing guys. This was far more serious. Multiple life ending serious...

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Portugal

 

 

Portugal

We serviced then fueled up our motorcycles. We planned a route over the hills. I got paid well and had spare cash. This covered our bike service and fuel. We took ourselves, our bikes and supplies. There was a camp site up by the river. The river was clean and fast flowing. There was a side pool to swim in. This was safe as long as you remained in the pool away from the main stream. Only last year a swimmer left the pool and was swept downstream. He would have lived had the river not ended in a 600 feet waterfall. Our country’s highest. It had a deep plunge pool below it. Thirty feet of water there would ensure survival. As long as you never hit the rocks. He fell onto the rocks at terminal velocity. I don’t need to describe that. We finished packing and set off. My boyfriend had his own bike a BMW cruiser. Mine was a smaller 250cc built for a gal as I was a gal. It was fine on long distances. No big engine was needed. I’d done thousands of miles on my Kawasaki. This was a gift from my brother. I sprayed the tank and mudguard blue. I was on my third set of tires. They made good work of the winding open roads. We both wore nylon Belstaff bikers’ trousers and leather jackets. My helmet was purple with a metallic golden eagle on it. My lover had s red helmet with a white falcon on it. A friend painted both helmets then varnished them. My boyfriend led the way. We went around the town centre and took a side road. This led to the road that climbed up away from the town. There were light gray skies and no rain. Our speed was moderate. My fuel use was less than my boyfriend’s 750cc BMW. Our speed was between twenty and seventy depending on the road steepness. Uphill gradients got windy and steep. Downhill was thrilling but the bends were tricky. On the straight bits we could open up. He outpaced me but I did well enough. The views along the way were superb. At one stopping place on a hill we could see 270% of the horizon. The elevation was siz hundred metres. We are our sandwiches and drank hot coffee here. It was great. It was a little breezy. Our home town was miles away and a dark blob way below. Two other towns were just visible before the haze hid them. We continued our trip. It was before dusk when we arrived at the camp site. The sun was low. We looked forward to relaxing at the site. We rented a two-person tent. The bikes were parked and we got changed. Beer time! After a meal of canned stew and buttered bread. His mum made the bread and it was fresh. Between us we went through three big tins of stew. These were made down south and were lovely. We saw back our small collapsible chairs and enjoyed the evening. Stars came out. Our beer was strong 8% Green Mango Juice. It wasn’t made of mangoes! Who thought up such names? We chatted about life, work, the future and stuff. A nice break away from our interesting yet pressured software jobs. This was what life was about. Just us, our bikes and the outdoors. We would swim at dawn. Naked in the clean river side pool. We would be careful and stay near the bank. Before then it was beer then making love!

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Portugal

We serviced then fueled up our motorcycles. We planned a route over the hills. I got paid well and had spare cash. This covered our bike service and fuel. We took ourselves, our bikes and supplies. There was a camp site up by the river. The river was clean and fast flowing. There was a side pool to swim in. This was safe as long as you remained in the pool away from the main stream. Only last year a swimmer left the pool and was swept downstream. He would have lived had the river not ended in a 600 feet waterfall. Our country’s highest. It had a deep plunge pool below it. Thirty feet of water there would ensure survival. As long as you never hit the rocks. He fell onto the rocks at terminal velocity. I don’t need to describe that. We finished packing and set off. My boyfriend had his own bike a BMW cruiser. Mine was a smaller 250cc built for a gal as I was a gal. It was fine on long distances. No big engine was needed. I’d done thousands of miles on my Kawasaki. This was a gift from my brother. I sprayed the tank and mudguard blue. I was on my third set of tires. They made good work of the winding open roads. We both wore nylon Belstaff bikers’ trousers and leather jackets. My helmet was purple with a metallic golden eagle on it. My lover had s red helmet with a white falcon on it. A friend painted both helmets then varnished them. My boyfriend led the way. We went around the town centre and took a side road. This led to the road that climbed up away from the town. There were light gray skies and no rain. Our speed was moderate. My fuel use was less than my boyfriend’s 750cc BMW. Our speed was between twenty and seventy depending on the road steepness. Uphill gradients got windy and steep. Downhill was thrilling but the bends were tricky. On the straight bits we could open up. He outpaced me but I did well enough. The views along the way were superb. At one stopping place on a hill we could see 270% of the horizon. The elevation was siz hundred metres. We are our sandwiches and drank hot coffee here. It was great. It was a little breezy. Our home town was miles away and a dark blob way below. Two other towns were just visible before the haze hid them. We continued our trip. It was before dusk when we arrived at the camp site. The sun was low. We looked forward to relaxing at the site. We rented a two-person tent. The bikes were parked and we got changed. Beer time! After a meal of canned stew and buttered bread. His mum made the bread and it was fresh. Between us we went through three big tins of stew. These were made down south and were lovely. We saw back our small collapsible chairs and enjoyed the evening. Stars came out. Our beer was strong 8% Green Mango Juice. It wasn’t made of mangoes! Who thought up such names? We chatted about life, work, the future and stuff. A nice break away from our interesting yet pressured software jobs. This was what life was about. Just us, our bikes and the outdoors. We would swim at dawn. Naked in the clean river side pool. We would be careful and stay near the bank. Before then it was beer then making love!

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3 Strong Chix - Riga, Juniper's Daughter and Sarah by Brian Von Blimp

3 Strong Chix - Riga, Juniper's Daughter and Sarah by Brian Von Blimp This book is about three strong women: Sarah, Riga and Juniper’s Daughter. Read on about their courage and antics. Sarah and Juniper’s Daughter are from the Juniper’s Daughter books by Nick Armbrister and Riga is from the Riga books by Brian Von Brian.

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newer poems

Vodka Tax  

There's always an extra cost on the Cubao jeep  

Give the guy in the jeep your 15 pesos fare  

Expect a peso back and he keeps it It typical o. The Montalban run the extra peso fleet ha!  

Shall I out.my book prices up?  

Charge an extra 7% like they do  

Use them as an example  

Extra costs on top of this and that  

You know how it is with service charges  

Surcharges tax insurance parking fees etc  

Call it what you want do I become the same?  

Add an extra 7% on top to pay.for my vodka?  

Make it an extra 25%!

........

Fishes  

Stay go decide what to do  

Leave the company for a new job  

Leave your wife for a new wife  

Leave the country for a new country  

Leave your body for a new body  

All this and more decide what to do  

Is this really needed or salad dressing?  

I want a million book sales  

To be aged 34 forever more  

For her to be back in my life  

None of it will happen just now  

I'll wait cast my net see what I get  

It's always a good ride fresh fish

.  .....

Bpo Grind  

Feel the lead grind of call centre work  

Six thousand hour deficit for November  

How the fuck did this happen?  

Bosses out twelve on Australian account training  

Several others were fired or quit  

I'll resign in January new year new job new start  

After getting my thirteen month pay  

And a new passport to fly to Shangri La  

Away from this call centre hellfire grind  

Look at the young guy in the bikers jacket  

His  jelled hair in a quiff old skool rock n roll  

He can make something of his life  

Not bpo call centre grind like us  

Grinding you down till nothing  

I think what I'll spend the cash on?

.........

Berli  

When you get to my age  

Any female lover will do  

When you're young none will do  

What brings on these views?  

What of the half way point?  

Which half is fine  

Which half is not  

There's a ledger  

It tellies them all  

Are you in there?  

One I accepted  

One I refused  

My Manila times  

I'm miss Berlin

Riga twice

Riga Twice

Riga put on snake oil liniment. Her left knee was hurting after a hard four peak hike. Ten kilometres of up down left right hiking joy. A wondrous time seeing the dawn mist over the valley. This part of Thailand was cool. The sea of clouds was something. Riga took photos and videos of it for her blog. She emailed Pedro the links. He was in Antarctica as a security detail. I miss his skinny Portuguese butt. I shouldn't of been a bitch with him. I know he never went away due to me. It was career enhancement. Just like my new blog. We both make good money. For this trip alone I'll make ten thousand. I wonder if I'm allowed to visit him? He said there's no direct flights down there. I'll ask him if they need extra staff. I can work there or take a holiday. Pedro you jerk! I miss you. What did you do to me? You should see the view here. I'm on the edge of a limestone plateau. The birds fly by below me into the mist. Lovely. Just think if we could both fly there. Like birds. Do you remember? We hiked thirty miles from here. The scenery is different. It's drier and not limestone peaks. Rolling green hills and forests. We made love by the river. You thought I was pregnant. Those were the days. Hard to think it was four years ago. My knee feels better now. I need to descend and eat at the cafe in town. Thai chicken curry is the best. I'll send you some hehe. Wish you were here babe. Riga on the peak.

Riga Big Book by Brian Von Blimp

This is the Riga Big Book by Brian Von Blimp. Here you will find all ten of the Riga books together. Riga is based on a real person. She is an excellent critical thinker, very bad tempered when triggered, is very proactive and a great leader. Join Riga is several different situations. Compare what she does to what you would do. Over to you. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0HPNM38L7 https://books2read.com/u/38BzrB

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