George and I ate the rest of our dinner in silence. I freshened up my breath, and stepped into the shower for a couple minutes when I was interrupted. xxx The top went only to my midsection and the skirt barely covered my crotch. Luckily there was no round 3, and I didn’t even vomit the second time. For all I knew that could have been making fun of me. We drove back to the Hotel in stony silence as well, when he got there George all but dragged me up to our room. I snaked a gloved hand under the table and snaked over to his lap, or at least what I thought was his lap. I was raised to hate and fear the Russians, but the Wall was nearly down and McDonalds was already in Red Square at this point.
