A truly delicious starter, can`t wait for the main course!
I am not the “main course” and watch where you put your hands!For Barb to be anything in my hands would be several dreams come true!!!
I miscounted. Second part tomorrow (Thursday) morning.
Hmmmm, wonder where this is heading ...Another short subject in three or four parts.
Paying the DebtLena was a very sweet and caring girl who was also very shy and lacking in self-confidence. The latter two characteristics could be easily traced to her early teen years when she was overweight. Heavy, plump, round, or, most cruelly, fat, were used to describe her at twelve. As she began to develop in her teens, Lena’ body converted much of that bulk to a lush, feminine figure. By the time she was eighteen, the girl had large yet youthfully firm breasts and a very full butt and hips with a much narrower waist, round tummy, and a deep navel. Her face was sweet and round with full lips and deep brown eyes, all framed by a full head of shoulder-length black curly hair.
Unfortunately, her insecurity from a younger time prevented her from appreciating her new body’s positive effect on men.
Lena was now 22 and had been married for three months to Dimitry, a successful businessman. He told Lena he was thirty-one, but the marriage certificate listed his age as thirty-nine. Dimitry had wooed Lena with gifts and dinners and flowers and love notes. The girl hardly knew what to make of such a mature, cultured, and wealthy man paying her court. It all swept her away into a passionate love for the man. She moved into his large house on Камергерский переулок [Kamergersky Lane] in the Тверская [Tverskaya] neighborhood of Moscow.
All was like a dream for Leno until, about ten weeks into the marriage, Dimitry began to appear distracted and concerned. He worked extra hours at work. Lena could see her husband was becoming depressed. However, when she asked, he would brush it off and say it was nothing.
Then, one Wednesday, Dimitry came home early, and his worry could not be hidden. After kissing Lena, he went straight to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a neat glass of Vodka, something he never did. Lena put her arms around him only to feel him begin to sob.
At last, he shared his secret with his wife. His company had been impacted by the financial crisis and was in deep trouble. Worse, he had unwisely borrowed money from the wrong people, and now they wanted to be repaid.
Lena tried to understand and comfort her husband. She asked whether the business would survive. Dimitry gave a hollow laugh. “It is a question of whether I will survive,” he said. “These men get their money or else.” He explained that he had been turned down by all the regular lenders and had to go to a black market source. [we won’t here use a common ethnic slur, but instead refer to these men as ‘gangsters’]. Now they wanted to be paid, and he couldn’t get the money for at least another week.
At that very moment, a loud pounding come on the door.
Stay tuned to this channel to find out.Hmmmm, wonder where this is heading ...
"Dim" itry should have taken the hour option when he had chance! Now Lena will become a young, nubile stuffed toy ... Building up nicely PrPrStay tuned to this channel to find out.
Lena started to get up, but Dimitry restrained her. “I’ll get it. You stay here. No matter what you hear, stay here!”
Soon, Lena heard raised voices from the front hall, then angry shouts, then the crash of something breaking. In a moment, a group of men burst into the drawing-room.
Leading the way was a short man, with the look of a rat, dressed in a fine silk suit, accompanied by two stereotypical thugs. Just behind came Dimitry held between two large men, his clothes in disarray and bleeding from a cut above his eye.
Lena cried out and jumped up to go to her husband. One of the men holding him used his free arm to shove her back onto the couch. “Dear, stay out of this,” pleaded Dimitry.
“Dear?” asked the short man. “Is this your blushing bride, Dimitry?”
“Leave her out of it, Victor. She has nothing to do with this!”
“I’ll judge that. However, I do want to get back to business. You owe me ₽3,000,000. Do you have it?”
“I need just a little more time - an extension.”
“But I give you many extensions, Dimitry. I want my money now!”
“A week – give me a week! I can sell - but I need a week!”
“No. No week. One hour! Can you get the money in one hour?”
“No. Please give me a few days!”
“Few days? Tomorrow you will be dead. I will kill you!”
“Oh, my God! Please! More time!”
“No time. You get the money now, or I have you dead!”
“NO!” shouted Lena, rushing toward the man. One of his thugs grabbed her and pinned her arms behind her back. “Please, don’t hurt him!”
The others turned to the girl. They saw her pretty, innocent face and lovely hair. She had on a snug black top, which showed off her generous endowment. Belted trousers displayed Lena’s narrow waist and full hips. It was a sight that would arouse any man.
“What have we here,” said Victor, taking in all of Lena’s charms for the first time. “You have much a woman here, Dimitry. Maybe you could sell to repay me.” He softly caressed Lena’s white cheek.
“Leave my wife out of this!” shouted Dimitry, lunging toward Victor. Before he had taken two steps, one of the thugs had slammed his fist into the businessman’s middle and then delivered a devastating punch to his jaw. Dimitry collapsed to the floor.
“Oh, NO!” cried Lena. “Dimitry!”