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Eastern Step

... following her example, went to my bags, found a loose pair of boxers, and put them on. Irena watched every move that I made. I could tell that she was a little disappointed when I pulled on my briefs, but I knew that Olga, wherever she was, would show up soon. Still dressed in my loose boxers, I took my toilet kit and went to the sink and shaved. Irena watched this and giggled some more, obviously not having seen a guy shave before. I grinned and tweaked her nose, leaving a dab of shaving cream on the tip. She giggled again, jumped up and ran into the kitchen where I heard her talking to Olga. I pulled on a T-shirt and went into the kitchen. Olga said that she saw this in a movie and presented me with her version of an “American Breakfast” (Amerikanskaya Zakuska) which were a stack of blini (sweet pancakes) with dab of sour cream on them (I guess she thought the whipped cream in the movie was sour cream). After surreptitiously pushing aside the sour cream, I ate the blini, which were quite good. Irena had a few sitting across from me at the small two-person table. I played a game of footsie with her as we ate and Olga puttered around the kitchen. I couldn’t help but wonder if Olga realized I had fucked her last night. As we finished, Olga asked me what I wanted to do today. I said that if she didn’t have any ideas, how about seeing her town? I figured that it couldn’t be as bad as what I had already seen. I was wrong. What a dump! The more I saw the more I realized how ...

... little Americans appreciate what they have. Walking along the broken sidewalk, I watched women using hand washers (rib boards) to do clothes, ladies beating rugs with brooms, crumbling buildings, three to ten(!) foot potholes in the roads, unemployment so high that young men in their 20s were just sitting around doing nothing. Depressing. As we walked, I held Irena’s pretty hand, every once in a while giving it a little squeeze, which would make her look at me and smile. It was the only thing that made things bearable. Watching her in her loose sundress was its own reward as well. Around one o’clock we stopped at a café/bar for lunch. Olga thought it was a bit early for lunch, but I was hungry, and Irena said she wanted something too. We went in and looked at the menu, which was written on a chalkboard next to the register. I didn’t recognize anything at all except for the bottom, which said, “Coke”. I asked Olga to order and that I wanted a coke as well. She went to the register, paid for it, then took the receipt to the window in the back (I had thought that it was for cleanup) and called over someone in the kitchen and gave them the receipt. After waiting a good half-hour, Olga was handed some plates, which she brought over to the table. Irena was all excited, she didn’t get to eat out very often. Irena and Olga scarfed down the food while I tried to figure out what it was. There was a non-descript meat patty (beef, chicken, pork, or something else – I couldn’t tell), some ...