..yes sir, but--" "Yes. So. This visitor. Female. Of course. You know her name?" I was surprised that he asked it that way. "Well...well..., actually, sir, I don't. She--" "No. Didn't think so. I do." "You--" I had to swallow again. "You do?" "Yes. Pretty girl. Dark hair. Body. A slut. Yes?" "Um...well...yes, that does sound--" "Of course. Thought so. Her mother worries." "Her--You know her mother?" "Hm. Ought to. Married to her twenty. After that, there was nothing but sensation. I felt tighter and tighter, but also that I was floating a little above my body. Meanwhile, there were pulses of pleasure.Then, the tightness pulled me back. It almost hurt; I felt close to panic, as though I were about to break. Then I did break. Fire burnt through me. Then I was that fire, flaring with it. Then it was warmth rather than heat; I was swelling, pulsing, warmth.Then I was Jeanette again, held in Bob's arms and shielded by his body,. “Blessed be the Lord God of Israel,” I said quietly in Russian when he opened the door.“For he has visited and redeemed his people.” He replied in Russian completing the verse. All of our conversations were in Russian, even though I knew English; I hadn’t spoken or even thought in the language for over 15 months.I told him that I had a message from his parents and grandparents.Opening the door wider he said, “Come in, please.”As I stepped into the apartment I noticed that he was wearing a towel. I never realized how noisy a pop machine could be. Not only did the can CLUNK really loud as it fell into the opening, but the change CLUNKED and CLANGED as it dropped into the coin return slot. I looked around fearful that the noise might have attracted someone, but noone seemed to have heard it. The coins seemed to be even noisier when I put them back into the machine to purchase the next can. Seven more cans of pop to go. With each clunk and clang I nearly peed myself in fear, but.