By unluckly her husband’s work time was changed to night hours from next day.I couldn’t go to her home.We only used to watch each other frm balcon... only.She gives smile & me too………………..After that I got a call frm my father to return back home………..One day I went to her when her husband was slept.I told her that ‘I am going leave my uncles home & going back my hometown.I only came to say a long good by to u’. By hearing this she started crying but I stopped her by consoling her that I will return. “Uhh… this is impossible!” I roll over to enjoy a restless night’s sleep with my mind constantly thinking, sorting, going back and forth, Raph—Donnie, Donnie—Raph. *****************************“I’ve made up my mind.” Standing here facing both of them. Tears are streaming down my face, my heart is being ripped to shreds. I drop my head “God, this is so hard.” I whisper. I don’t know if I have the strength to do this. I try to ease the ache in my heart once more Sensing my waning resolve I feel a. ‘Smert Shpionam. Death to spies. Only Stalin killed OUR spies.’ “But you, Lev, survived, and you remember.” Oleg saw restless energy flicker in Lev’s eyes. He sensed a spark in the pensioner, adrift and alone in his apartment and his memories. “I remember more than I want. Please, come to the point of the visit,” said Lev, drumming his fingers on the desk. He wanted to stop the nervous action, but his operational patience was wearing thin. He had to know what Oleg wanted. “Very good, yes, we. " My dad points to the area between her slightly opened legs. She can't close her legs as my dad's right leg is pressing hard against them, forcing them open. I lower my head to get a better look at where my dad is pointing. I see clear egg-white like juice on the inside of her thighs close to her private part, and visible deposits on my father's pants. I blush at the sight of that, my heart races with excitement. I am thankful that I got the permission to pull up my shorts, or else my.