These Russian women...

This picture is probably close to how this woman looked 20 or 30 years ago.  She was well dressed in a skirt and light jacket.  It was a chilly, windy afternoon in Galveston.  The salty mist from the ocean meant that my car would have a thin residue covering it when I got off.  The drug store is right across the street from Stewart Beach.  The Gulf of Mexico was churning.  The woman was wearing a babushka.

She started making a fuss and I went over to the counter.  I asked her what was the matter.  Her English was terrible which surprised me because she is the spouse on her husband;’s insurance and the insurance told me that he worked at The Galveston National Laboratory.  One of only two labs in the USA like it.  That is a triple air-lock lab that deals with ebola and shit like that.  You don’t work there if you just fell off a turnip truck.  Her husband was a big shot in the bio-world.  You would think that his wife would be well educated.

Her name is Ekaterina Volnisnikovh.  She had three prescriptions.  It was 4:30 PM and we were swamped.

“Maam, I’m sorry, but your prescriptions are not ready.   I think I heard the technician tell you a half hour.  It has only been ten minutes.  You will just have to wait.”  Boy, was that a hot button.  You’d think that I reached out and squeezed one of her very nice tits for an older woman.

“Wait?  I am not don’t wait.  I wait all life in Moscow.  Nobody wait in America.”  She glared at me. “I don’t wait.  In Russia, I wait for butter.  I wait for cheese.  I wait for sausage.  I wait for bread.  My husband, the professor, not like the party so no American store for me.  I tell him to be a communist so I can go American store.  Only party member go there.”

“I take it your husband, the professor, was not a member of the communist party.”

“My husband is a professor at University.  He is scientist.  He doesn’t care in Russia that I wait in line.  He told me you have all day to wait.”She leaned toward me and winked.  ”He worry that I have affair with neighbor again.”

“Again?”

“I didn’t want.”  She shrugged and sighed.  ”It just happen.”

Oh shit, that is so American.  If your spouse has ever cheated, I’ll bet he/she said It just happened.

“Well, Ekaterina Darling.  You are going to have to wait.  Sit down.  I will go find your prescriptions and personally shepherd them through the process.”

She gave me a look and smiled.  I often call older women Darling, but it was a mistake.  Ekaterina’s English skills could not distinguish the nuances of Darling.

She said, “Your name is…?”

“My name is Jim.”

She gave me a look.

“Jim, James, Dimitri.”

“Ah, yes, Dimitri.”  He eyes sparkled.  ”I wait for you, Dimitri.  You are good doctor.”  She extended her right hand and grasped my right hand and gave me a hot gentle squeeze, letting it linger.  ”I like Dimitri.”  Her breath came in small gasps.  This woman was talented.

At that point I determined in a split second that even if I was not a happily married man, I would not tumble for Ekaterina.  I’m not going to shit you.  She is a very sexy woman,  50 something.  Her eyes and that little squeeze caused a falling sensation up the backs of my legs.  I liked Ekaterina too.  But, alas, I may be dumb, but I am not stupid.

“Ekaterina, you will have to wait.”

“I will wait, Dimitri.  Can you give me flu shot?”  Her look was animal.  I interpreted the flu shot question as Can you give me……?”

When her prescriptions were ready, I took her into the private area behind the screen and watched as she peeled her shirt over her head.  It was totally unnecessary because I could have gotten to her deltoid easily by rolling up the sleeve.  As I approached with the needle, she gave me a little girl’s look, vulnerable and open.  When I stuck her she gave a little ‘Oh” noise that made my knees weak.

These Russian women.  They are getting prescriptions all the time.  I can flirt with the young ones without danger.  Ekaterina?  I be berry berry careful.

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