"It seemed like you enjoyed it."I could only nod once more as I held out a hand to help her up. She crawled into the bed and sat beside me, then raise... a hand to the side of my face. "The best writer in my class is at a loss for words?"I started to speak, but could only croak. I swallowed hard, then said, "I don't think there are words to describe what that felt like. I ... I never expected ... but I am so sorry that I came that fast..." She put a finger on my lips, then leaned in and kissed me. .." Of course not," Rhykov said, "no-one could've predicted how things were going to turn out. But you're in it now, for better or for worse. You chose to remain in the Soviet Union..." How could we have got out?" Benin interrupted, "especially now with our children at your mercy. We cannot leave, ever, or it'll be our family who'll suffer." Probably," Rhykov agreed, "but, be honest, what would you do there? You two would be nothing but show ponies for their propaganda people. A Soviet General. If anything in this story parallels either of yours, it is out of subconscious admiration, and not outright plagiarism. And thank you, most of all, to my Muse, my Calliope, my Kate. Now, on with the show! –Benn Morland —————————————– Prologue The wizened old man shambled up the attic stairs, his failing senses unable to tell the difference between the creaking of the wood below his feet and that of his weary bones. He was going to die before the sun rose again. He knew this, though he could. Will climbed straight to a standing position, while Amber was seated on her butt, leaning back on her hands. They exchanged a look in each other’s eyes and a smile, but Amber’s gaze immediately fell to below Will’s waist. There, only three feet from her face was Will’s semi-erect, thick, veined cock, with its purple head still engorged with blood, dripping with ocean water. There was a small drop of Will’s cum clinging to the opening on the swollen head of his cock, proof of his orgasm in.