I even had a vasectomy because I knew I'd be the worst father imaginable. Well, that and I didn't want some sweet thing to trap me into marriage. Okay... I'm not always a trusting sort. So sue me.My brother, George, always wanted to be a daddy, even when we were teens. He joined the Marines to get out of Kansas. He went off to fight, like Dad before him. He was in Kuwait for the war. He'd been there three years before as a liaison to the Kuwaiti army, such as it was. He met a Kuwaiti woman,. ." Wait! You're Russian?" Rob exclaimed. Elaina smiled at his incredulity."I am. My full name is Elaina Oleshka Aserova. I'm not sure when I was born. It must have been in the early thirteen hundreds..."As Rob listened he did the math and came up with seven hundred years. In light of her depression he decided to keep his mouth shut. He had a hard time keeping a neutral expression and missed most of what she said. He felt that was okay though, because he could always bug her about it again. Her soft breath that occasionally filled my nostrils seemed to only intensify my intimacy with her. As I continued thrusting myself inside her, her hands clutched at the damp grass that seemed to cradle her hips. I moved my lips down onto her breast and began to tease her hard nipple with my tongue as she drew her right leg up against her chest allowing me even deeper penetration. Between her deep moans of pleasure, Pooja would cry softly. The tears were tears born of a flood of complicated. Gambling wasn’t anything more than distraction. As a woman in the west she couldn’t go whoring, gunfights were business, not pleasure, that left little for her. So gambling it was. She found a back alley saloon with painted women singing off key and a few rousing poker games going. She ordered a beer and downed it from its filthy glass while being dealt in. In two hours she’d lost over one hundred dollars and won back twice as much. Happily drunk and richer, she stumbled back to her hotel. As.