This day I was lucky, they were just cleaning it and it was just before the dinner crowd. I let him pick Greek wine for us and ordered a house special...y of wood-fire seafood. I'm sure we looked like a scene from a bad movie, feeding each other off the skewers. The wine was perfect, a dry yellow-green fare with a lemon finish. We felt we were in heaven and the food and wine had the same ambience. We weren't stupid enough to think we could go home and create the same passion as before, but we. Irina is your typical mid thirties Muscovite lady, one c***d divorced with a professional job. Irina stands around 5ft 10” a typical height for a Russian lady of her time very thin great hips leggy tight arse tiny titties, pretty face and bobbed blonde hair and zero signs of having had a c***d.She works in Media as an advertising executive working a lot from home her passion being art and drawing. As she prepared coffee I studied her endless folders of art work portraits landscapes etc and. Where did they come from? ″‶Monkey found them in the camps commanders hut, in his footlocker. Before he died he admitted to Monkey they had all been in the camp. General, he said that he had shot several of them to keep the prisoner population down to a manageable level when he took over the place. The rest he admitted were either sick or were worked until they dropped then shot. God Dammit we should do that to those assholes at HQ. Maybe then they would get off their asses and let us win this. I decided to switch things up a bit in Canada. I wore a durag and bought a Black leather jacket. I also left my glasses at home. I couldn’t wear contacts. They make my eyes itch. With my new ‘bad boy’ look, I went out in the city. I was a security guard and University student by day and a wannabe-roughneck by night. My bad boy act didn’t fool anyone. Black women saw right through it. And I went back to square one. Sexless in the city. Damn. Then I met her. Who is she? The chick who changes.