“You like this, Greg?” I nearly responded with a moan, but barely remembered the rules and only nodded. She softly laughed and whispered, “Is ...his better?” as her muscles tightened still more. I continued to nod, even more enthusiastically. Then she raised her butt, withdrawing herself from me, and slowly came down again; a slow even stroke, as her lips enveloped me. Again she rose, and pausing, she leaned forward. I felt her nipple against my lips and I feverishly drew it between my lips,. "Sergei laughed and chided, "Oleg do not be so morose, she is here because she loves you and then sometimes interesting strangers, like our Comrade Captain, find our little village. Perhaps someday her Prince will come."Oleg looked at me, smiled and answered, "Yes Sergei that is true. In fact perhaps her Prince is already here." They both laughed and looked at me like I was the main course in an Oksana dinner.I didn't like where this conversation had headed so I informed them, "Oleg, I am sure. It was frustrating being on the other side of the country when my girlfriend lived in Arizona and went to another college. I tried as hard as I could to keep our sexual intimacy up but it still wasn’t as good as I wanted it to be. I was almost out of school for the summer and all I wanted to do was be with my girlfriend so we could have sex again. I felt like I planned out us having sex more then we actually did it. I also felt like I wanted it more then she did. I often tried to bring up. I shook my head in disappointment, paid my bill and tip then headed back to my temporary home.I lay awake that night doing my "what if?"s. Living on the water instead of on land could be cheaper as far a start-up costs, but the maintenance was a killer. I dreamed that night about the legless European veterans that rode around on little four-wheeled carts while begging. Man, I had it bad. I woke up with that idea of living on a boat firmly lodged under my skin, just itching away like a chigger..