But, his strong hand had my short hair secure and held me there. “NOOO!” I screamed and tried to get up, and then tried to crawl away. “Such pretty red hair,” he said and brushed his hand along the top of my head. I spit on the floor and tried to stand up. The tip oozed and drooled, and I knew that liquid was covering my lips too. The shaft had thick veins feeding it blood. Its head was grayish pink with a dark purple ring around it. I opened my eyes, and before me was the biggest penis I had ever seen. The air had turned putrid and my lips got swiped with the stickiest goo imaginable.
Maybe he’s in the grip of something he can’t free himself-” I knelt before this man, closed my eyes, and said: “Mr. “My mother in Russia, when Sergei needed to show … what is word … Sergei’s sincerity, would make Sergei fall to knees before her, close eyes and say what is deepest in Sergei’s heart.” “Let me straighten this out with my fiancé. “What not understand even Sergei, stupid Russian immigrant understand what Sergei sees. “You see problem, as good American citizen.” Sergei’s voice barely registered in my demolished consciousness. How could he have kept this from me in the years we had known each other? Now, in addition to my newfound knowledge, I was faced with John getting arrested and being forever labeled. All of a sudden, I felt I didn’t know the man I was about to marry. Sergei must report husband’s “hobby” to police. When I looked inside, I saw the vilest assortment of photographs and DVDs imaginable. A rough hand grabbed my elbow and led me to the box. “Come, come.”Ī sense of dread made me cold all over. “Sergei afraid must call police.” He pointed to his cell phone that he had left propped up on the end table. “Sergei knows now why forbids you this,” Sergei said. “Open as Sergei put down, and … come look.” My first thought was something about the apartment: heating, appliances, water pipes. I would have preferred something more formal from this repulsive man, but said, “Sure.” I’ll call you if I need anything.” I thought this was a clever way to tell him to leave. Zankov stood in the living room with his arms folded and a grim look on his face. Zankov had already gone upstairs with John’s mystery box. Then I carried in the last two bags sitting on the sidewalk. I watched John’s car until it rounded the corner. After four years of classrooms, I’m ready for an office and a paycheck,” I said. “Now that you’ve graduated college, you can find a job in the big city here so I won’t have to be the only worker in the family. Come here.” He took me in his arms and kissed me softly. “Don’t forget I’m keeping my name: Brennan!” I have to make one more appearance at the office before our big day on Saturday. His thick Russian accent didn’t help, either. He would give me a bad smile that didn’t ease my discomfort. It probably was my imagination, but every time I turned, I caught him looking at me. Short, stout, and in his sixties with bad teeth and a few strands of greasy hair on his head.