Their kiss tasted of mint and beer, hot and inviting. Stan’s hand moved between her legs, cupping her sex through her jeans, earning a low moan from... her. Slowly they moved apart, both breathing a little heavy at the impact the kiss had on both of them. Stan kept his hand where it was, cupping and rubbing her sex. As he did so, he could feel himself getting an erection that was starting to push against the zipper of his jeans.Reluctantly Stan moved his hand from her sex and leaned back against. She chose becoming a nuclear scientist over becoming a pick-and-shovel miner for uranium ore in the Novosibirskiye Islands north of the Arctic Circle where there is no uranium.Seven years later, after graduation from the Josef Stalin Institute for Blowing Things Up in Tblisi, Georgia, she and her new boyfriend, Batschka, were told they had volunteered for transfer to Minsk and to the most glorious secret research facility in all of the Soviet Union, code-named the Donald Duck Animation. “And they were warm and welcoming.” “They’re really all nice people,” Andrea said, standing up to get cups for Cary and Drew. “That one man, is it Rich? Richard?” Cary asked. “Rich,” Drew nodded, taking a seat at the table. “Well, I was talking to his wife, Rachel, I think. And he just came up from behind and put his hands right on top of my hips. I thought I was going to cream right there!” “Really, Cary,” I said, somewhat amazed at her confession. “No, I understand completely,” Andrea. What about your clothes and other possessions? I managed to spit out. He laughed, I tell you, I m not leaving and you are concerned about my possessions? I was too befuddled to see the humor. I didn’t t have clothes to fit him. Nor did I have a bed where he could sleep. I bit my lip as my eyes shown more and more bewildering thoughts. He held my hands in his, kissed my lips, and told me that everything was going to work out fine. Where will you live? I asked. He told me that he had been looking.