4.(28-29) Stargazing and a Quickie

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28. Stargazing

They follow Mamka upstairs.  The upstairs stretches along the north exposure facing the lake and has a round dome roof. Its large window fits the hemisphere formed by the roof and shows a wide-angle of sky. The glass window is hinged allowing left and right halves to be swung outward for sky viewing. A workbench runs along the window's ledge.
   Olga sniffs deeply the fresh pine smell. “Oi, Boris love, let’s live in a house like this room! I could live forever and forever!”

   Mamka has small chair; she indicates a larger one for Olga and largest for Boris. They pull them to the window and sit.

   The night is clear and starry. Mamka lights lamp. Looking to her left, west, Olga can make out hilly horizon of trees in the light from stars and full moon. On her right on bench she notes an old bronze-gold telescope and on left a crystal-receiver radio with microphone in front. “A radio!” 
   Mamka explains. “River has small waterfall. Andreyev install rotor magneto electricity generator that run to capacitor for storing electricity and transformer of electric for radio. I run the generator only to store electricity.”
   She points to the radio. “It super heterodyne short wave, get America, Europe, BBC from England and Japan. Communicate with radio operators across ocean.” She looks up at the sky. “Well, my kids, I show you What time? and What date? from the stars.”

“Look at star! At window mid point, the pointer is north. Look your right and up sky forty-five degree –  up halfway to straight above. You see bright star in front your nose?”

   “I see it! I see it!” Shouts Olga excitedly.

   “If you look left and down, you see Big Dipper. In north hemisphere Big Dipper found by looking north to star Polaris and then to stars of Dipper. See?”
   “Yes,” says Boris. “I was taught this in Young Communist Scouts. Very useful it is if one gets lost in forest on a clear night because easy to see Big Dipper and from it, as you show, to find the North Star Polaris and the north direction.
   Mamka says, “But even more useful. See my sketch.” She shows her scribble:

“Polaris, first star handle of Little Dipper and we fifty degree latitude north at top of spinning globe our Earth. North-south axis around which globe spins come out of North Pole on globe; point us north. And the spin we are in is turning the north hemisphere from west to east: that why sun rise in east, set in west.”
   Olga perks up. “Hey, those words ‘spin we are in,” from That Old Black Magic!” 

   Ignoring Olga's comment but with smile to show absence of irritation, Mamka explains, “Imagine Polaris center of face of clock and line from Polaris to Little Dipper as clock hour hand with Dipper as pointer. On 1 June, midnight, Little Dipper point is 180 degrees straight up as hour hand of clock at 12 o'clock. Now, 1 month later, it point 11 o'clock. We can with adjustment for calendar date read Little Dipper like clock hand but be aware it clock hand going backward – counterclockwise.”

   “Ah, I get it!” Olga shouts. “At 9 PM tonight Little Dipper will read 2 o'clock; then, at 10 PM, it will read 1 o'clock; and after at 11 PM, 12 o'clock high; and so on.”

   “You intelligent, dear kid.”

   “That's the girl I marry,” Boris proudly proclaims.
   Olga quips “So it is true: the best things in life are free.”

  “This only small demonstration. Also one can tell season and year, and century and millennium from Polaris and Little Dipper but that for other time. Well, kids, I go and get more tea.”

   “Yeah,” enthuses Olga while Boris smiles.

29. Quickie

The moment Mamka goes downstairs, Boris grabs Olga. “Wife mine I love you like a bear. You inflame me. Let us do quick one.”

   Olga is willing. Pulling down pants in one swoop and quickly unbuttoning Boris she straddles him face to face sinking down hard on his erect penetrative pulsating part. Thinking of one of her songs she slightly changes its lyrics: The most astounding things take place whenever we go face to face. “Oh! Oh! Oh!, Bo baby!”Gasping, she lifts ass and drops down deliciously while he handily drags her against him in a gratifying grind.
   “Give me mo! Mo! Mo! Mo! My Bo! Bo! Bo! Ai! Ai! Ai! Oh! Oh! Oh!”

   Boris's jets fill her warmly and wetly. “Hey Bo! Wow! What orgs! Must be the opium! Jesus!  I'm still reverberating! What a climax! Never before and maybe never again!”
   Both have noted the super orgasm due to the opium's opening body pleasure dialed up to maximum setting. Speedily Olga wipes Boris off with her chirigami tissues, puts his glorious thing back, buttons him up and pulls her pants up. They are sitting calmly seemingly studying stars as Mamka ascends stairs with tray and fragrant tea. She smiles on noticing a drop of Boris's semen on the table. Having been a wife she knows.

   Olga asks “Isn't opium supposed to make a man no good for sex?”

   “Not correct,” Mamka answers and smiles. “Is Boris not good just now, my kid? Ach, I see from face he is.”

   Olga feels she is blushing.
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