The Orphanage Chapter 19- a story told in drabbles

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It was on a sunny afternoon as they sat hidden behind the hedge, kissing each other, when Natasha reached for his hand, placing it upon her breast.

She could sense his nervousness, as he blushed red. “Do not be afraid Illyusha, it is good.”

She undid her white blouse, exposing her breasts to him, and he stared with curiosity. They reminded him of buds waiting to blossom and he followed her directions as she taught him to use his mouth and tongue.

She lifted her skirt, guiding him in the ways of making love.

He’d never felt anything like it.

The Orphanage Chapter 19- a story told in drabbles

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link to chapter 18: http://section7mfu.livejournal.com/45144.html
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It was on a sunny afternoon as they sat hidden behind the hedge, kissing each other, when Natasha reached for his hand, placing it upon her breast.

She could sense his nervousness, as he blushed red. “Do not be afraid Illyusha, it is good.”

She undid her white blouse, exposing her breasts to him, and he stared with curiosity. They reminded him of buds waiting to blossom and he followed her directions as she taught him to use his mouth and tongue.

She lifted her skirt, guiding him in the ways of making love.

He’d never felt anything like it.

A Russian By Any Other Name

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The two agents arrived in front of Del Floria’s at the same time.  Acknowledging each other wordlessly, they stepped quickly down the steps and through the door, causing the bell above to ring vigorously.  They nodded at Agent Del Floria who returned the greeting and pressed twice on his iron to signal the receptionist to expect the door to open as they walked into the last changing room.  Illya pulled the curtain as Napoleon twisted the clothing hook that was the final step to open the eighteen inches thick steel reinforced door.

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A Russian By Any Other Name

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The two agents arrived in front of Del Floria’s at the same time.  Acknowledging each other wordlessly, they stepped quickly down the steps and through the door, causing the bell above to ring vigorously.  They nodded at Agent Del Floria who returned the greeting and pressed twice on his iron to signal the receptionist to expect the door to open as they walked into the last changing room.  Illya pulled the curtain as Napoleon twisted the clothing hook that was the final step to open the eighteen inches thick steel reinforced door.

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