She presses her lips on me, pushing her body hard against mine. I can feel her heat and wetness smear onto my skin. She looks up at me innocently with her pleading green eyes vying for my attention as I…
“Russia bad!” the cab driver stares at me in the rearview while nodding, awaiting my agreement. I barely have time to close the door and settle into the backseat before the elderly Georgian man utters these few words in his…