After I handed Anton his beer I handed a Coors to each of them, not allowing Anton to refuse for them.“Anton, how long have you worked for the Russi...n government?”“Twenty eight years.”“Have all of them been in foreign service?” I asked.“No, four years in the military academy and then foreign service,” he replied.“How long have you been working for the government?” he asked. Sort of a tit for tat game, I thought.“Ten years and six weeks when I finish this stint. Ten in the Marines and the six. One wall had a ‘kitchen’ with a two burner gas stove, sink and small refrigerator. Counter space and storage space were minimal. The ‘dining room’ area had a tiny table and two chairs. That was it. No bed was visible, nor was there room for one, and an old wooden wardrobe appeared to be the only place to store clothes, as there were no closets, as far as he could tell. The floor was well worn wood that she had partially covered with a couple of small area rugs. She was lucky enough to have a. Whichever dress she puts on that was a feast for me. I used to see her cleavage n hip.Later in my engineering I used to work out on my terrace she used to come every morning for a walk. We used to chat regularly. We became close and once I asked her how she manages to maintain her shape. She smiled and diverted. one day I bunked my college and went to her home, she was cooking then I was staring her hip. I then out of curiosity asked about how she maintains her shape. She told she don’t. Linda’s lips brushed past mine and settled on her daughters; their kiss was one of practised lovers! Had they been at it previously in the bedroom?Linda turned to me saying, “You were saying something about dinner being served Brad?”Sharing that meal with them was a wonderful feeling of belonging together. We chatted and laughed over anything and nothing really; simply relaxed and content being with each other.The fine wine did rather flow and eventually young Rachel became ready for bed.We.