MOSCOW, February 6, 2006 – Andrei finally got around to telling me why he came to Moscow (Chapt. 184). And I was right. He was building up to a loan – or a handout.
A day earlier, after the blow-up over sniffing glue, he lamented that we hadn’t talked. He said he had continually waited for me to approach him.
I turned it back on him: “You’re never available. When I’m free, you’re either watching TV or playing computer games or sleeping because you stayed up all night the night before. Besides, you said the first day you came that we’d talk later than night, and then you went off somewhere. I’ve been waiting for you to tell me you wanted to talk.”
But last night he got down to brass tacks: It seems the $ 1000 I gave him in early January for the down payment on the lot in Stavropol where he wants to build a house was just the start. He’s expecting me to fork over $ 2,000 this month or next to make the next payment on the land.
“You said you’d help me build the house,” he protested.
“Promising to help you build the house and forking over $ 2,000 by next month to help pay for the land are two different things. You never told me that. If you had, I’d have told you you’d better not make the down payment.
“I don’t have the money. It won’t happen.”
My anger and resentment was obvious. He did his best to smooth it over. He went shopping with me, we drank two bottles of Moravian merlot together, and then he pulled me into the bedroom to have sex. He came four times in succession, then once more after a smoke break, and was up for the 6th, but I told him I wanted to sleep.
I didn’t come. I barely got a hard on. Let’s face it, I’m addicted to Zhorik. I told Zhorik when he came to bed I was saving it for him. And to confirm it, I jerked off to his stiff and compliant dick sometime during the night, as I had the night before.
Yesterday morning, when I told him that I had used his piska to inspire my orgasm, he replied “I know.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s okay.”
So he is awake for these sessions, and actually helps me by erecting and by continuing to lie on his back until I come. It’s a sweet and loving thing to do.
Sergei and Andrei are still planning to leave on the 15th – about 10 days from now.
I got a taste this week of what life with Zhorik -- without Sergei and Andrei -- will be like.
The twins announced Thursday afternoon that they were leaving to visit Valera Dmitrovich, their lawyer friend who’s handling the follow-up efforts to collect my judgment from Tioufline, and would spend the night.
When I told Zhorik that they had gone and wouldn’t be back until the next day, he immediately responded, “Great! We’ll play tonight. No Andrei and Sergei.”
So after my student Alexei left, Zhorik took a quick shower. “Go turn on the DVD,” he instructed. I don’t know how to work the bloody thing, so I was still fumbling with it when he returned from his shower. While he finished plugging and unplugging, I did a quick splash, and when I returned, the porn film was on and he was lying in his shorts with a hard on.
I immediately started fondling, and he not only pulled down his shorts, but took them completely off, and for the first time, lay stark naked on the bed waiting for me.
He had announced last week that his urethra had been burning for a week or so and hurt when he took a pee or had a hard on. “Have you had any sex recently?”
“No.”
Well, that settles that. No diversions into twat territory. I wasn’t sure.
I told him that maybe he had gotten soap in his urethra, which could cause irritation and pain.
“Probably, because I always wash it with soap,” he said. But in any case, he hadn’t had an orgasm for two or three weeks.
His dick was bursting in its tumescence. I sucked and stroked. “I’m going to come,” he announced. I buried his dick deep in my throat and felt the gushes of gism spurting past my esophagus. I continued to gently massage with my tongue and lips while I jerked off.
He was still hard. “Do you want to come again?” I asked when I had come.
“Yes.”
So we repeated the performance.
After he came the second time, he immediately put his shorts back on. He’s still not comfortable prancing around naked. That will come with time, I hope.
“I’m going to take a bath,” he said. “If you want, you can come sit with me and we can talk.”
I couldn’t help staring at his dick, even though I’d just sucked him to orgasm twice. I washed his back and chest, and we chatted.
“When are you going to St. Peterburg?” he asked.
“On the 23rd, 24th, and 25th. If you want to, maybe we can go together and you can spend that time with Oleg.”
“That would be expensive,” he said. Does this mean he’s developing a sense of money priorities? “I think I’ll stay here.”
“It would be better,” I agreed. “Every time you go there, you spend a lot of money.”
“And I always get very drunk. It’s not good. I think that’s why I have problems with my stomach. Why are you going?” he asked.
“To see Andrei, whom we met when we went there last May” (Chapt. 130).
He didn’t pursue it, and he didn’t seem jealous, but he must have some idea of why I want to go to Peter to see Andrei.
When he emerged from the tub, we switched places, and we continued to chat.
“It’s so pleasant and peaceful without Andrei and Sergei,” he said.
“Yes, we’ll have a wonderful time after they’re gone.”
I can hardly wait.
We had had a crisis the night before. When I got home from my Diplomatic Academy class, Sergei was again wandering around in a semi-coma. Glue again. I went ballistic.
Anton called me into his room. “I’m going to tell you something; I’ve told you before, but you wouldn’t believe me. They’ve been shooting up in the kitchen every night. They tried to get me to shoot up too. But promise me you won’t tell them I told you.”
He took me into the kitchen and showed me their needles and the pan where they mix it.
I was beside myself. That settles it. I won’t live with either one of them. Now my concern is getting them out of here before they get themselves or me into trouble.
Sergei repeatedly argued with me that glue wasn’t an illegal drug. “That’s not the point,” I insisted. “The point is you promised me you wouldn’t do it again in this apartment…”
“We didn’t do it in the apartment.”
“You did it in the stairway in my building, and if the neighbors see you again, there’d be a lot of trouble. You could get me thrown out of my apartment.
“And then you lied to me about it. So if you’ll lie to me about that, how do I know that you’re not lying when you say you’re not using any other drugs?
“I don’t want to live with a glue sniffer and I don’t want to live with a liar.”
And that’s when he agreed he would leave when Andrei leaves on the 15th. If he doesn’t change his mind.
Andrei has been very aggressive in trying to patch up our breach. I was as pissed at him as I was with Sergei, and I told him I didn’t want to live with him. The next day he apologized and said he loved me very much and that he would never sniff glue again.
He’s clearly jealous of Zhorik, and thinks Zhorik’s stealing me from him. I do love Zhorik more than Andrei, though I still love Andrei dearly. But when I begin to think maybe it would be really nice to live in Stavropol with him after all, all I have to do is remember what Alan said and the needle and the pan. I won’t live with a druggie.
But I am trying to be more affectionate with him, and he fixed some really good shchi, Russian cabbage soup, last night. He’s really trying.
The coup came really suddenly in The Handmaid’s Tale¸ the Margaret Atwood novel I’m reading about life in America after fundamental Christians grabbed the reigns of government.
The elimination of money for exchange came “after the catastrophe, when they shot the president and machine-gunned the Congress and the army declared a state of emergency.
“They blamed it on the Islamic fanatics, at the time.
“Keep calm, they said on television. Everything is under control.
“I was stunned. Everyone was, I know that. It was hard to believe. The entire government, gone like that. How did they get in, how did it happen?
“That was when they suspended the Constitution. They said it would be temporary. There wasn’t even any rioting in the streets. People stayed home at night, watching television, looking for some direction. There wasn’t even an enemy you could put your finger on….
“…Things continued in that state of suspended animation for weeks, although some things did happen. Newspapers were censored and some were closed down, for security reasons they said. The roadblocks began to appear, and Identipasses. Everyone appoved of that, since it was obvious you couldn’t be too careful. They said that new elections would be held, but that it would take some time to prepare for them. The thing to do, they said, was to continue on as usual….”
But in today’s real-life America, they don’t need to shoot the president or machine-gun the congress. They’re the ones, after all, organizing the coup. All the Bushmaster and his lap-dog Congress have to do is trump up another “terrorist” attack and simply declare martial law. Americans have already demonstrated that protection from imaginary terrorists is more important than freedom.
(Some 80 prominent professors and professionals have recently created a group called “Scholars for 9/11 truth,” contending that their books and others’ books and articles “have established that the World Trade Center was almost certainly brought down by controlled demolitions and that the available relevant evidence casts grave doubt on the official story about the attack on the Pentagon,” leading them to the conclusion that the government not only permitted 9/11 to occur but may even have orchestrated these events to facilitate its political agenda.)
The neocons’ intentions are revealed by the following news item from www.tbrnnews.org, which appeared on the EnergyResources web site. If it is true, it is an extremely telling and frightening development.
This information is from my own experience and research. I discovered the disturbing news quite by accident - and by virtue of its importance, I decided to post my findings here and on a few other forums.
What did I hear?
A family member from Irvine, CA (who´s a branch manager at Bank of America) told us two weeks ago that her bank held a "workshop" where the last two days were dedicated to discussing their bank´s new security measures. During these last two days, the workshop included members from the Homeland Security Office who instructed them on how to field calls from customers and what they are to tell them in the event of a national disaster. She said they were told how only agents from Homeland Security (during such an event) would be in charge of opening safe deposit boxes and determining what items would be given to bank customers.
At this point they were told that no weapons, cash, gold, or silver will be allowed to leave the bank - only various paperwork will be given to its owners. After discussing the matter with them at length, she and the other employees were then told not to discuss the subject with anyone.
The family member has since given her notice to quit the bank.
I found the news alarming and decided to find out more myself. On a trip to my bank here in Houston, I remarked to a young bank employee (who´s new there), "well I guess you´ve been told all that stuff by the manager and the Homeland Security about what to tell your customers" - and to my amazement, the young woman came right out and said yes she´d been through all that, then whispered to me across the counter, "but we´re not supposed to talk about - I could lose my job."
How to get the information yourself:
Visit your bank, ask a few well-worded questions, being careful not to arouse suspicion - if that doesn´t work, talk to friends and other family members - maybe they´ve heard something - or as a last resort, just point blank call the bank manager in private and demand to know what´s all this business with the Homeland Security deciding what I can have from my safe deposit box - tell me now or I´ll close my account today.
I´ll bet if you put forth the effort you´ll get the answers you want.
And then comes the news that Homeland Security last month gave Halliburton subsidiary KBR a $ 385 million contract to build detention facilities – supposedly for “an emergency influx of immigrants.” It is to provide "temporary detention and processing capabilities," a euphemism, say skeptics, for stashing non-compliant dissidents when Bush gets around to putting the country under martial law.
"Almost certainly this is preparation for a roundup after the next 9/11 for Mid-Easterners, Muslims and possibly dissenters," says Daniel Ellsberg, a former military analyst who in 1971 released the Pentagon Papers, the U.S. military’s account of its activities in Vietnam, which helped bring down the Nixon government.
"They've already done this on a smaller scale, with the 'special registration' detentions of immigrant men from Muslim countries, and with Guantanamo," noted Ellsberg.
This is one reason I’m in no hurry to go back to the States, I explained to my student Olga, who is a middle-level manager in a multi-national financial consulting firm.
The talk among her colleagues is that in her own country, Putin is moving to re-nationalize Russian business and industry and to increase governmental controls over the population in general.
I told her about my old room-mate Russ Sackett’s glib dismissal of the Patriot Act and of Bush’s penchant for eavesdropping on American citizens. “I don’t have anything to hide,” Russ wrote. “If they want to waste their time listening to my telephone calls, they’re welcome to it.”
Of course, that’s not the point. But his answer probably reflects the majority of Americans. As in The Handmaid’s Tale, “The roadblocks began to appear, and Identipasses. Everyone appoved of that, since it was obvious you couldn’t be too careful.
Even today, a decade and a half after the collapse of the Soviet Union, Olga said, many Russians still refuse to discuss sensitive issues on the line. “This is not for the telephone,” they often tell their friends.
“Russians are used to it; it’s our tradition,” she concluded. But Americans will be shocked.”
I’m living in your future.
Chapter 186 - 2581 words
Columns :: Zhorik and I sample life sans the twins
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