It reminded me of the time we put a hunk of dry ice in a half can of house paint and set it at her boss's door and rang the bell. We of course ran lik...e blazes before he could get there. The resulting explosion of paint in his living room was evident in his mood the next day.There was also a reward posted on the office bulletin board by lunch. It was never collected. He was so well loved by his employees that they would have paid to be there themselves.He knew who had done it, but he couldn't. Save that, he spoke Finnish very well, but he had this air about him and an intense glare that made me a little wary of him. Our friends were growing restless. My friends never approved of my interest in Slavs, they saw all of them as rogues or criminals. They tried to pry me away from him to dance. His friends wanted to move on to another club. Vanya wanted to stay and had a heated conversation with his friends. I had taken courses in high school , but only recognized random words like went,. Until I get some more acting jobs, I have to cut corners. I'm not exactly swimming in cash, y'know?" NOT TO WORRY TONIGHT," Billy continued, throwing at least four hundred dollar bills on the table, "YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE MOST PRODUCTIVE ASSOCIATE IN THE FIRM, OLD MAN PETERSON GAVE ME A 40% RAISE!!!"David tried in vain to compute the figures, but he was never a math wizard. But considering that Billy was already pulling in more than six figures, he knew the increase was hefty."Rock and roll,". I see her sitting by the phone, the receiver cradled in her neck. The neck I loved to nibble. And as we talk, I can see her casually brush the hair from her forehead. She smiles when she talks. Most of the time, when she talked, I only pick up a word or two. I am much too busy trying to picture her. Her hand would drop slowly, lightly touching her breasts over her t-shirt. She would let out a slight gasp. Just enough that I would hear it…tease me, make me wonder whether it was my.