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  “Everything looks so beautiful,” pronounced Robert. He didn’t want the moment to pass too soon, and took it all in — registering in his memory. Things like this one wouldn’t want to forget. He was going to hold on to this memory all his life.

  “Let me help you,” Petra put on pretty leg inside the water and slowly led him inside as if following the beat of the music drifting in from the bedroom. Petra had the most luxurious bath garments Robert had ever seen, embellishing her curves, making him want to grab her right there. In the dim light, she looked breathtakingly beautiful and Robert had to remind himself to breath.

  “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Petra,” he whispered in her ear, lifted her up, held her with both his hands, and tenderly kissed her. The most passionate kiss Petra had ever gotten from Robert. He looked mesmerized and Petra was happy her efforts had paid off. Her life’s ambition was to make her man happy beyond belief!

  The bath was exquisite; the way Robert had remembered it. He couldn’t help himself, but take her right in the bath. The two heaving bodies had almost toppled the bath tub. Their cries of joy would’ve woken up the whole neighborhood, except that Petra had selected a private spot for their amorous adventures, thereby not inviting any attention from the curious, ever watchful public!

  “THE FIRST ATTRACTION ON our list is the Hermitage State Museum, reportedly the largest and most prestigious museums in the World,” said Petra pointing to a section in her map of places to visit while in Russia.

  “How come?,” Robert wanted to know what is so great about the place.

  “Well, for one, there are three million items in its collection, from Impressionist masterpieces to Oriental treasures,” Petra pointed out. Robert was not a history buff, but he wanted to take in, as much as he could, and maybe change his impression of Russia in the process.

  “So how long it’ll take us to see this museum of yours?”

  “According to some estimates, eleven years to view each exhibit on display for just one minute apiece. The bulk of the Hermitage collection is housed in the Winter Palace, formerly the official residence of the Romanov Tsars, and its several annexes. So basically enough time to do about two PhD’s!” After perusing the museum, the duo had a quick lunch and proceeded to the next item on their list which was the Moscow River Boat cruise.

  “Tell me about the boats?” Robert was curious where the boats took them.

  “The boats run every thirty minutes and the most frequent route takes less than two hours. The boat kind of meanders through the city and offers a chance to see most of the sites in slow motion. The boat allows tourists to sit back, have a couple of beers and just relax while taking on the air and beautiful sites, all in one nice package.”

  “Well, that takes the edge out of walking the isles of the Hermitage museum. Let’s make sure we take a boat cruise after each visit, just to relax. The breeze is really refreshing,” Robert was able to find the boat rides as an extra relaxant after all the walking in the streets of Moscow. It also gave Robert plenty of time to watch the girls that roamed the streets of Moscow looking at various attractions.

  “You know what we really need?” Robert wanted to add his two-cents worth to make the site-seeing more exciting.

  “Oh, ya? Some kind of American ingenuity?”

  “Kind of; you know the Segway? Have you seen one of those?”

  “I’ve seen the campus police use one of those for handing out parking tickets.”

  “The same; they are good for rush-hour traffic and to take you away from congested parking lots. It's battery operated, totally wireless, and intuitively moves you to where ever your body tells it to. Kind of nice, if you ask me!”

  “Let’s get one of those next time we’re here. Maybe the locals will get an idea and might try to rent them here to tourists.”

  “Excellent idea,” Robert was already brewing an idea to make money, to make his father proud of him. He didn’t want anyone asking him ever again, “What have you got Robert, apart from a nice face and a name? All the money belongs to your father; you haven’t earned a nickel in your lifetime!” At that very instant, Robert decided to change his destiny and branch out on his own to make his mark; he decided to become an entrepreneur!

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  Chapter Three

  Robert had done lots of things in his life, but the worst of it was going into business for himself after his brief trip to Russia. His father always thought it was something to do with his Russian girlfriend. He went against his father’s advice during that protracted break in his student life. As a young man he had challenged his father and walked out on him claiming that he could do as well as his father did by starting a small business all by himself. His father had warned to disown him, and Robert had declared, “I’m just going to take my chances dad; give me a few years to make my millions!”

  Robert had spent a year at the pesticide maker — Redwood Chemical Company located in Houston, Texas, and then started his own pesticide business that lasted until the Internal Revenue Service shut him down for failure to pay payroll and income taxes, two years in a row. This was a slap in the face for Robert and when the United States Environmental Protection Agency banned Mirex, a pesticide that was being heavily used in extermination work by Robert’s Pest Control business, he had had it running his own business. He was more like between a rock and a hard place, and finally threw in the towel, calling his father to bail him out of his present predicament.

  “Well, I’ve a proposition for you,” Robert’s father George had anticipated the events ahead of time and was ready to take the call from his oldest son. He had a plan in place and he was only too happy to learn that Robert was ready to abandon his career as a businessman. “Maybe after earning a graduate degree, I can persuade him to run for political office,” thought George while planning for Robert’s return. He expected great things to come out of Robert, “Maybe he’ll become the president some day!”

  “I’ll do anything, dad; you were right all along. I’m not cut out for business like you, and I know, when I’m done for!”

  “Here is what I want you to do,” continued George in his usual authoritarian tone, “You go back to college, pickup where you left off, and get a business degree; then we’ll talk!”

  “But, dad—”

  “Don’t worry about a thing, son; I spoke to some people at Harvard and they have a seat reserved just for you. When you get there, meet with this person,” George handed him a business card on Yale stationery and said, “He’ll take care of everything for you!” Robert hugged him saying, “Thank you dad, you’re the best,” and left.

  “YOUR NAME IS BIANCA and you’re a librarian? I would have never guessed!” Robert was at a fundraiser hosted by his father and this pretty young thing was in attendance. Robert had no clue that his father had invited her to the fundraiser hoping that Robert might take a liking to this buxom beauty. George knew that placing suitable girls where Robert would accidentally bump into them was the perfect solution to a problem like Robert.

  “It’s my responsibility,” that’s how the old man had felt all along after Robert had left to start his own ambitious small business. He regretted Robert leaving the family fold and getting into the pest control business. George considered his failure in not being able to rein him in, when he really needed it the most. He also knew very well that if Robert had a wife at the time, then he could influence him through her, if things didn’t work out well with his son. “Well, water under the bridge, the future is what really matters!”

  Robert felt a strong attraction towards this pretty librarian, wearing a stylish light blue strapless satin organza ball gown with corset closure and spread skirt. The multiple layers of organza were tailored to make her look like a fairy, dancing in the flowering shrubs. The gold pumps and the matching bold necklace gave her a stunning look. Robert wanted to be that man dancing with her, wherever it was. He had caught her, right when she was coming out of the ladies room. There w
as no better place for him to approach her at the not-so-large gathering, away from prying eyes to make his subtle move!

  Robert had placed himself strategically there with two champagne flutes filled to the brim. Robert had seen her walk alone into the restroom and knew that she wouldn’t have a drink handy when she came out. He figured that serving her the champagne and chatting up with her would be a good way to get into this bombshell’s heart!

  “Well, who do I look like?” the woman had protested and was only eager to accept the bubbly from Robert. She knew that it was not wise to accept drinks from strangers as it was something practiced by quite a few men for a quick entry into a woman’s treasures by tossing date-rape drugs into the drink! Before the woman realizes what hit her, the guy would be like, “Let me help you,” and the next thing would be her waking up in a strange place, with or without the man at her side, who had offered her the drugged drink! The girl would summon all her courage and later call her mom stating, “Mom, you’re not going to believe this, but, I need a ride!”

  Robert’s standing in society was all that was required for him to be the most eligible bachelor around! Many women would dole their daughters up and present them to him at parties to make the connection. They considered getting their daughters hitched to Robert as the ultimate act in their life-time!

  Robert’s reply was candid, “You’re pretty with a confidant poise and walk; I would have thought you’re a reporter or something — maybe a weather girl — yes, you’ve that special look of a television personality!”

  “Come on; I’m not that pretty!” she had disagreed with him throwing an occasional glance at the huge wall-mirror in the background. She knew that booze could play tricks on a man’s brain, making girls look prettier than they actually were. “Objects in the mirror maybe closer than they appear,” argument went well with drinking and attractiveness. Many a lover had thrown their arms up in the air, wondering, “Look what I dragged home last night!”

  Robert continued, “Well, for me you’re; look around the room; do you see anyone who can hold a candle to your exquisiteness?” She had looked at herself on the giant mirror on the wall where the two were conversing, took a peak into the foyer where the invited guests were chitchatting and surmised, “Maybe you’re right; I hadn’t thought of it like that. It must be this pretty dress; I think I overdid this thing — being my first fundraising event and all. I had no idea what to expect. Well, I guess, I hit the jackpot, bumping into YOU like that!”

  Robert had no clue if she was just teasing him; he was taken aback by her praise and expected the evening to go well. Obviously the pretty damsel had done her homework. He managed to get her full name and the name of the library where she was employed.

  He had plans for Bianca and he was going down to her place of employment and ‘wow’ her with the best roses money could buy. Robert was convinced that she is a keeper and he had decided to do his best to win her over. Pretty girls were dime a dozen, but someone like Bianca was one in a million, and he was convinced that he was born to marry the best out there!

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  Chapter Four

  “Robert, what are you doing here?” Bianca was surprised to see Robert waiting outside the exit door of the library. She had just locked up the place and was on her way out to the parking lot adjacent to the library building. Patrons were busy driving off and only a few cars were left in the lot.

  “I was in the neighborhood, and I thought I’d just bring you this,” with that he magically brought up the bouquet of flowers he was hiding behind his back. He had sprayed some special perfume on the leaves that completed the unique arrangement. He was convinced that with one whiff, she would fall into his hands, begging him to take her wherever he wanted to, and maybe have his way with her in a very romantic way!

  “They smell so good; where did you get them?” She hadn’t seen such an arrangement before.

  “They were imported from South America. Just came in this morning!” Robert didn’t waste any time describing the origins of the peculiar flower arrangement he had just thrust upon an unsuspecting Bianca, who looked smitten by the elaborate flower arrangement. “Are you feeling okay?” He asked her, ready to help her in any way he could. Women often display a weakness when they’re love-struck and Robert didn’t want to take any chances with her. He had a feeling that it was love at first sight!

  To Robert, she looked like a little week in the knees. To think that he hadn’t even kissed her yet, her demeanor was exactly what he was hoping to achieve after he had wined and dined her. “Is she overwhelmed with fervor for him?” Robert was not sure, but he put a hand behind her to steady her bonny frame, just in case. “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.”

  As if on cue, Robert decided to make his move, “You look like you could use some real food. I was hoping to persuade you to have dinner with me this evening. You must be hungry and I could use a bite myself!”

  “But my car, it’s not safe to leave it here,” said Bianca, pointing to her car parked in the extreme corner of the parking lot. She is usually the first one to arrive and the last one to leave.

  “Don’t worry; I thought of that too. Let me have the key and my friend here is going to park it in front of your house,” with that, Robert extended his arm and Bianca dropped the keys into his hand. He raised his hand in a signaling motion and a limousine quickly approached the duo. A young man jumped out of the limo and took the car keys from Robert, leaving the limo door open for him to help Bianca in.

  “You thought of everything, didn’t you?” asked Bianca as the limousine pulled out of the parking lot. “Where are you taking me?”

  “It’s a surprise. If you don’t like the place, then I’ll take you to the second best restaurant in town!” Robert poured her a glass of champagne which was ice-cold and ready to be served. She took a swig, shook her head letting her blonde locks swing around her and smiled at him. Men like Robert lived for smiles like that; the kind that melts even the hardest of hearts!

  “Wow, I can’t wait Robert; are we going dancing too?” Bianca asked with a giggle, “Because,” she giggled again, “I’m not wearing my dancing shoes!”

  “It’s alright Bianca; where we are going, you wouldn’t require any shoes,” he winked at her in a mysterious way hoping that her pheromones would take care of the rest of the evening. He was feeling a pull towards her and her body language clearly gave away her amorous inclinations for the evening that was about to unfold!

  Robert wanted to grab her and kiss her right there in the backseat of the limousine. He knew that the driver would keep driving until he gave him the green signal to stop and head for the restaurant he was planning to take her to. Bianca was glancing at him through the corner of her eye, and Robert had a feeling that they were on the same wavelength and she would be game, whatever his plans would be for the night!

  AS ROBERT CONTINUED KISSING her, he could feel her heated response outwitting his own. She was grinding her hips like a little girl throwing temper-tantrums when she was not getting what she wanted—wanting him inside her right this instant. He brushed his fingers against her velvet cushion, stroking her love-spot, her nuclei—the crest of her sex. She was wiggling, enraptured, drowning in sensuous pleasure.

  Responding to her eager invitation, he drove into her, little by little until the gyrations of her hips matched his, thrust for thrust, as gentle as possible.

  “Oh, Robert… Please….”

  “Do you want me to stop Bianca? Are you in some kind of pain?”

  “Can’t you go any faster?”

  “The speed limit here is 55MPH, but I’m willing to do only thirty, unless you’re on your second one!”

  “I’d a tiny little one Robert; does that count?”

  “I felt that one too Bianca, but no; not a chance; I need to hear the whole shebang if you want me to go any faster than this!” Bianca was wiggling and giggling under him, and he was enjoying every bit of her antics. “God, it’s so muc
h more fun dating real virgins,” thought Robert as he proceeded to take Bianca and himself where no man had gone before—virgin territory!

  He realized that he had wanted her the moment he had laid eyes on her; her eyes, her lips; they did something to him that he couldn’t quite comprehend; he wanted to savor every sensation and he wanted it to last a lifetime. He probed deeper into her mouth and felt her respond, drawing him deeper inside her. As he continued thrusting his magic wand into her little heaven, he could feel her wrapping her legs tightly around him, wanting more of him inside her, deeper, faster. He bent down and took one of her nipples inside his mouth, tasting, nibbling and then going for the other one. After he quit playing with her breasts, he went up and devoured her luscious lips before going down to titillate her peaks once again.

  Bianca played with his hair, arching her back and urging him to go ever faster, for the sensation was reaching a crescendo, about to burst. He continued moving his game in a triangular fashion, switching between her nipples and her lips, making her go crazy, wanting more of him. Finally when her moans had reached a peak, he let himself go with a final thrust of passion.

  Once the duo had reached planet earth, Robert surprised her again with a ring that was tucked under his pillow. “Are you proposing to me,” she had asked him incredulously staring at the sparkle of the diamond, and he responded, “It’s a promise ring — you know, I promise—”