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care.”
“And you,” he said. A lump rose in his throat, hot tears burning his eyes. Unwilling to let her see, to break the poise of strength he prided himself in, he turned quickly on his heel and marched away. Just before he disappeared out of sight, he knew she waved, but he couldn’t turn back or else let her see the streaks on his face. Or, he might run to her and never return to his home.
As it was, he began to formulate a plan while sitting in the terminal, and he brought out his phone to log onto russiandelights.com. A message from the site monitors enquired as to their trip.
Perfect , he thought, and got to work typing out his reply as what would hopefully be the first step to spending more time with his young, exotic girlfriend. These types of arrangements took so much time, he simply had to get started immediately.
Chapter 5
Every day became the same over the course of the next month, unchanged as though the visit from Rhys never happened. Natalya thought of him often, whenever her eyes closed, whenever the train of her thoughts slid to a gentle conclusion.
There was slightly more depth to their relationship now, teasing pictures from them both and heat during the phone calls, but her own hands between her legs weren’t enough to satisfy her when she had experienced more at his. Her voice echoed alone in her apartment, and she thought very seriously about getting a dog –a big, shaggy malamute of some kind- to keep her company, and was halfway convinced she might as well when her phone burbled with a notification.
At a time completely unusual for him, Rhys had messaged her.
Natalya raced to her computer, heart pounding with wild excitement as she hurriedly logged on. “Rhys! You’re early!”
“I have a surprise for you,” he typed badly, nearly every word containing a mistake. Though she didn’t think it possible, her heart pattered even more.
“What is it?”
“My dear Natalya, I’ve been secretly working with the people in charge of the site. It hasn’t been easy and I’ve spent quite a bit of money, but it’s worth it. It’s all going to be worth it.” Rhys typed slower, and in her mind she heard him lower his voice. “You’re clear for a passport, Natalya. You can apply for one, and they will give it to you immediately. Everything is already set up, you just have to ask.
“I have worked overtime and now I am due for a week off. A full week to do nothing but spend time with you. I’m geared up to pay for your flight, for everything. All you have to do is say yes. If you want to.”
“Yes!” she said aloud. “Da!” Warm bubbles of joy blew through her, lifting her almost up out of her seat to dance around the apartment with her arms spread wide before she realized he still needed an answer he could see.
“Perfect! Will you do it now? Please?”
She did, and within two weeks the passport was hers, glossy and new and a beautiful gateway to her beloved Rhys. Only another week after that, and she boarded the same airline Rhys rode to her in.
Soon, she would catch her first glimpse of America, country of the free and home to the best person to ever enter into her life.
Once they hit America, the plane landed and she swapped flights to one headed for Helena, the capital of a state known as Montana. Most of what she glimpsed of the country through the plane windows resembled the population centers of Russia, even in areas she suspected were meant to be rural. That interested her in a way she couldn’t quite explain, for Russia to still have such an untamedness while even America’s mountains were carved, paved, reshaped by man.
This must be very different from where Rhys lives, she thought –or hoped. For some reason, she didn’t want him to live in a city.
And she barely recognized Helena as being one. Where were all the gigantic buildings, the gaudy lights, the megastructures? Instead, this place barely resembled one sprawling neighborhood. The only distinctive
“And you,” he said. A lump rose in his throat, hot tears burning his eyes. Unwilling to let her see, to break the poise of strength he prided himself in, he turned quickly on his heel and marched away. Just before he disappeared out of sight, he knew she waved, but he couldn’t turn back or else let her see the streaks on his face. Or, he might run to her and never return to his home.
As it was, he began to formulate a plan while sitting in the terminal, and he brought out his phone to log onto russiandelights.com. A message from the site monitors enquired as to their trip.
Perfect , he thought, and got to work typing out his reply as what would hopefully be the first step to spending more time with his young, exotic girlfriend. These types of arrangements took so much time, he simply had to get started immediately.
Chapter 5
Every day became the same over the course of the next month, unchanged as though the visit from Rhys never happened. Natalya thought of him often, whenever her eyes closed, whenever the train of her thoughts slid to a gentle conclusion.
There was slightly more depth to their relationship now, teasing pictures from them both and heat during the phone calls, but her own hands between her legs weren’t enough to satisfy her when she had experienced more at his. Her voice echoed alone in her apartment, and she thought very seriously about getting a dog –a big, shaggy malamute of some kind- to keep her company, and was halfway convinced she might as well when her phone burbled with a notification.
At a time completely unusual for him, Rhys had messaged her.
Natalya raced to her computer, heart pounding with wild excitement as she hurriedly logged on. “Rhys! You’re early!”
“I have a surprise for you,” he typed badly, nearly every word containing a mistake. Though she didn’t think it possible, her heart pattered even more.
“What is it?”
“My dear Natalya, I’ve been secretly working with the people in charge of the site. It hasn’t been easy and I’ve spent quite a bit of money, but it’s worth it. It’s all going to be worth it.” Rhys typed slower, and in her mind she heard him lower his voice. “You’re clear for a passport, Natalya. You can apply for one, and they will give it to you immediately. Everything is already set up, you just have to ask.
“I have worked overtime and now I am due for a week off. A full week to do nothing but spend time with you. I’m geared up to pay for your flight, for everything. All you have to do is say yes. If you want to.”
“Yes!” she said aloud. “Da!” Warm bubbles of joy blew through her, lifting her almost up out of her seat to dance around the apartment with her arms spread wide before she realized he still needed an answer he could see.
“Perfect! Will you do it now? Please?”
She did, and within two weeks the passport was hers, glossy and new and a beautiful gateway to her beloved Rhys. Only another week after that, and she boarded the same airline Rhys rode to her in.
Soon, she would catch her first glimpse of America, country of the free and home to the best person to ever enter into her life.
Once they hit America, the plane landed and she swapped flights to one headed for Helena, the capital of a state known as Montana. Most of what she glimpsed of the country through the plane windows resembled the population centers of Russia, even in areas she suspected were meant to be rural. That interested her in a way she couldn’t quite explain, for Russia to still have such an untamedness while even America’s mountains were carved, paved, reshaped by man.
This must be very different from where Rhys lives, she thought –or hoped. For some reason, she didn’t want him to live in a city.
And she barely recognized Helena as being one. Where were all the gigantic buildings, the gaudy lights, the megastructures? Instead, this place barely resembled one sprawling neighborhood. The only distinctive
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