He wasn't my type at all. I like younger, slim, smooth, submissive. He was about the same age as me; taller, wider, bulkier, had more hair and I'd been told he was Russian. He spoke only a few words of English. But his facial expressions, his use of his eyes, made words redundant.
He watched our group from across the small square as we sat talking and drinking in the sun. He sat alone,...Read more