The Same Day. Polina’s Morning
The first thing Polya did was kick off her heels in the hallway, then head straight for the shower. She tossed her clothes into the washing machine, stripping them off too quickly, too nervously. She stood under the hot streams of water for a long time, washing herself thoroughly. She found a jar of lemon scrub and rubbed it carefully into her skin. Even though Ruslan hadn’t touched anything more intimate than her back, shoulders, and ass, she still wanted to wash herself clean. She even shampooed her hair several times. Then she wrapped herself in her favorite Turkish blue robe and padded barefoot across the floor toward the kitchen.
Polina sat in the kitchen, wearing the robe, a towel wrapped around her head. Coffee was already beginning to boil on the st
