Originally posted by
TheButler at 29-1-2010 03:27
Ehhh . . . not so much.
But Mr Buttler, you weren't there.
It's all there in my mind, as if it were just yesterday. I came home from college, to find that my rich old dad had taken a trophy wife. He was in his 60's, she was a lovely Russian girl my age just arrived in the country. Dad was never around, and I frequently found myself alone with Olga as she only knew a few words of English and had no friends in her new home. When she found out I was majoring in Slavic languages, and had even spent a year abroad in her home city of St. Petersburg, she was overjoyed to finally have someone she could communicate with in her own language.
I knew dad wasn't really interested in Olga as a person - they could barely communicate - he just wanted to piss off his ex-wife and impress the boys. Besides, dad was one of those old guys who obviously loved drink more than women. And mom, after the divorce, had let on that dad was never much use in bed even as a young guy. So I knew Olga wasn't getting the kind of attention that would help assuage her loneliness. She was a like a beautiful flower that someone had transplanted into the dry and sunless corner of an unfrequented garden.
When dad was out with drinking with his buds, or away on business, Olga and I would spend whole afternoons chatting. I'd take her out for coffee at one of my favorite cafes. It was all innocent enough at first. But then I began to notice things: Olga would stand a little closer to me than necessary; she would take my arm when walking together; her hand would often rest on mine as we chatted in the cafe; I would catch her looking at me with that unmistakable tenderness with which women betray their true feelings.
One afternoon, during a long walk in the park, we were caught in a sudden downpour, and by the time we got back home, we were both drenched to the skin and shivering with the cold. I rushed into my room, threw off my clothes, and stepped gratefully into the shower. As I stood there luxuriating in the hot cascade, I heard the shower door open behind me. to be continued..........
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