Ask her out!”“Me?” Carl said. “Naw, I’m too much of a schlub. But she’s been looking you over pretty steadily.”“Me?”“C’mon, Rand...! You know all the girls in this place think you’re a fucking stud! You could have your pick.”“Yeah, well. I’ve sorta ... got a steady girl back home, Carl.”“In fucking Colorado? Why aren’t you out there with her, then?”I had to think fast. I wasn’t particularly good at making up tall tales. “Not in Colorado,” I said. “Nashville. We met in school, at Vandy.”“Well,. He was kind of funny I thought. I went over to him.“Well, Dad, this is a big day for you, and for the rest of us too when one gets right down to it,” I said. He was nodding. I think he was short of breath. I wasn’t sure, but he looked faint to me.“Mort, are you okay?” I said.“Yes, yes, just excited I guess. I need to get some air. Would it be all right if I got some air?” he said.“Sure, sure,” I said. Owen had joined me just as the man asked about getting a breath of air. The two of us walked. It was odd, feeling socompletely helpless, with her weight on top of me and her armsimprisoning either side of my body. Steadily, then faster as herown orgasm approached, then like some machine-driven piston as myown groin began to clutch and tense up, then explode. Afterward,neither of us could breath at first. Then as I softened and beganto slip out, she said, "You like getting fucked by a guy whose titsdangle in your face. I could tell. I'll bet it's interesting. Well, I have a busy. The Russian is tributary to Skilak Lake on the Kenai Peninsula. Skilak Lake feeds the Kenai River which mouths or feeds fresh water to Cook Inlet ... at ... Kenai, an Alaskan town between Nikiski to the north and Kasilof to the south.Life is hard. Post wasn’t used to easy. Women were imported. Serf met serf ... the bourgeois trader, assigned serf Anna Kasilof to serf Nikolai Post. (Bourgeois. fr. proprietor of the land. French was the language of the educated.)“A man needs a wife,” he said..