" Randy stepped to the corner and sat down on a stack of quilts. i closed the door behind us, and locked the door. after i'd locked the closet door..., and my eyes adjusted to the darkness, i noticed a thin shaft of light coming from under the door of the closet. it was just light enough to make out the outlines of Randy's figure on the quilts. he reached up and took my hand, then pulled me down beside him. the quilts were warm and soft, and i could smell Randy much stronger now, his scent. We quickly undressed and made love, slowly, passionately. This was just the second night Kara had spent in this bed with me. I had hoped it would be our bed from this point forward, but that was not to be. I cuddled her tightly, and we both fell asleep, despite the relatively early hour.On Monday morning, we awoke with the alarm, quickly showered, ate a rushed breakfast of cereal, juice, and toast, then headed for the airport. I parked in the long-term lot and we caught the tram for the United. I don’t smoke so the taste of cigarette smoke almost makes me cough, but I fight it for he for be angry if I do. In the tight dress I struggle to match his stride as he walks me backwards into my room. His face is pressed hard into the bare flesh of my boobs and I feel his drool seep between them. Strong hands grip my ass to the point of pain. Although I struggle for breath as his kiss never ends, I must not try to break away or I fear he may get angry and leave, that has happened before and I. Aroslav: Dancers?CLARICE: Ballet. Back in the late eighties there was a big influx of European and Russian dancers who wanted to dance in the U.S. You remember. The Berlin Wall came down. Gorbachev's détente gave way to Yeltsin's democracy. I was in the right place at the right time to land a Russian principal and a dozen dancers followed her. Suddenly I was negotiating contracts for ballet dancers all around the U.S. and in Europe. Everyone was desperate to have a Russian or French or Spanish.