Make love with me, again, after seeing beautiful photos.”When she flipped open the grey plastic front cover, I immediately saw a slightly faded, ‘...ld-school‘ instant picture of twenty-one-year-old, Viktoriya. In this picture, she looked exactly like she did when I first saw her outside the Pokrovka youth hostel building. Viktoriya was wearing that one-button, white demi-jacket over a black fishnet top. Viktoriya’s slightly tanned, bare mid-rift showed above her layered white cotton. The room obliged with a set of cartwheels and my stomach reciprocated with a bilious wretch. I fell back into the bed, shut my eyes and tried to recall… anything… Yes! Yesterday Alexandra convinced me to hit the clubs. “Chris, you haven’t been out in a year. You need to get fucked!” Alex, ten years younger than me, twenty years more knowledgeable about men, and subtle as a brick.But what exactly happened last night?I remembered… Alex’s crazy friend Petra had dragged us from one club to another. New England sailors sometimes took cranberries onboard ships to prevent scurvy because, as it turned out, cranberries are rich in vitamin C.In 1816 successful cultivation of cranberries was finally achieved. The fields now produce up to 20,000 pounds of berries per acre per year, year after year without any major maintenance.+++++Since I was starting to dose off Gretchen sent me up to my bedroom.At seven o’clock in the morning I was rudely awakened by Gretchen shaking me. She was way too. So much had happened the past two weeks and learning what her husband had been doing to her had really upset her. She wasn't sure if she wanted her husband back home or not. She'd enjoyed herself, having finally learned the things that had been done to her by both Jessie and Carl, but she'd already forgiven Jessie and fucked him almost every day since learning the truth. She enjoyed feeling his body on top of her, beneath her, even behind her and her recent encounters with Neptune had been.