Adventures Across the World: Chapter 3
The continuation of Drew's story in the middle of strife and confusion. The following Chapter 3 is set a year or two in the future. It is time to rebuild...with the worlds help. This story is not intended to be in a hurry. There is no political swing in the story. I am building a deeper story and it will be a slow burn. If you are looking for quick sex, please look elsewhere. All the following, people, places, and things are a figment of my twisted mind.
*
Drew walked to the door but stopped, turned, and looked. "I want to be with you again, if you want me."
"It has already been arranged my lover. Let the women in your life, that now includes me, organize it all." She huffed but rolled over to look at him with the that special smile.
"Tell her you 'wreck me?" she paused, "That it is how it is said, no? I will not be walking right for days," she commented with that same shy smile.
"The phrase is close enuf beautiful. Now go to sleep and I'll see you during the day." Drew said and he slowly closed the door.
*
It is funny how the weight of a 'friendly' country can weigh in on an issue, halfway around the world. His text to the Alphabet organization (pick which alphabet you want, CIA, NSA, DOD, etc.) seemed to have sparked a bit more interest in the museum from Washington DC, USA.
Within days of the text, ordinance crews were working on the cluster bomb issue, with another couple of artillery shells thrown in for the good. It did seem to help when the American military crews, in civilian dress, assisted in the overall cleanup.
Things quieted down once the 'bomb' on the second level was removed for 'inspection.'
His phone was politely swept clean of the specific pictures and texts. Drew was instructed to talk to no one. The Crew was taken aside and talked to, but they had seen nothing of the second floor 'bomb.' But whatever the Ukrainian authorities told them, they were reluctant to discuss the incident from that day forward.
And so began the work of Drew's lifetime.
*
Drew woke alone. He had to admit he had vastly diverged feelings regarding waking alone verses having a warm body snuggled close. He enjoyed the feeling of both. Again, he had to remind himself, not being overly introspective, that he enjoyed the feeling of being able to stretch and fart in bed, without the annoyance of a snuggling partner. But he also knew that his sex life had amped up significantly and that left him no worries when he would be deep inside one of his partners.
It was an interesting change to his life.
It's not like he was lacking in the attentions of the female population since he began his sojourn. Since his arrival in Ukraine eight months previously, he had taken up with one of his staff, Antonia, who now held a position with the Ministry of Art. She had moved into the abandoned apartment across hall from his, along with the other women of his "Crew."
His Polish office had not even flinched on his providing the second apartment for staff, since he was running the design and construction management operations out of his apartment. It had been easier that trying to open a 'regular' storefront office. The rest of the participants to date, enjoyed the easier atmosphere established at his huge apartment. He was planning on utilizing the administrative spaces in the museum as office space now that it had been cleared of things that went 'boom'.
They did question his addition of a third apartment, on the first floor though. For Drew this was one of those times that you acted first and asked permission after the fact. He had seen so much need at the street level and knew he could throw some help with corporate money.
The bitching and whining continued until a US based SR VP visited and saw the 'outreach' program his "Crew" had created. The corporate logo was splashed across the rooms and CNN had already been by to film a segment on the temporary neighborhood school and clinic.
His international corporation quickly fell all over themselves to throw funding into the of temporary local school run by two African refugees. Plus, they used the first-floor apartment as a part time medical clinic run by Antonia (Ex-Military field medic) and a couple of nurses from the neighborhood.
They had just added a limited daycare to help the neighborhood women get back on their feet from the losses from the war. It just so happened, to start up right before filming of the international news segment.
Yup, no corporate issues after that.
*
While the focus of his day, the museum, was taking huge strides, his sex love life expanded like his duties on the project site.
He had weekly visits to, or visits from, Sasha the bar owner. Or, as he thought of her, the Mafioso of her neighborhood. They melded together well and with her added practice of English, ended up talking about all meanings of life. Most of which were done when he was buried deep inside her. Hers was not the rambunctious sex he had with his other lovers, but slow tease sex and slow stroking while they talked and whispered to each other. She loved the slow rolling orgasms she obtained by hours of touch, tease, oral and anal play.
What had surprised him most, was the other lovers that came to his bed. Sasha and Antonia seemed to manage the sharing with not a bit of jealousy. His first visit to Sasha's had been 'pushed' and coordinated by Antonia. Both ladies had informed him they were now in charge of his love life.
And well...Drew had no complaints.
The next lover they arranged was a bit of surprise to him.
It was one of the twins.
The twins had gotten in the habit of arriving from the field in their work utilities. Both seemed to love teasing and stripping off their utilities in front of him. Then they would head off to shower and then go up to his room to seal his t-shirts to finish the workday. He assumed it would have been Tatyana with her red streaked hair and her very flirty nature.
But one night a couple of weeks after starting his relationship with Sasha, Antonia came to him with a worried face. She had come up the back staircase to avoid anyone asking questions or making comments about her sojourn to her lover.
"Can we please talk?" Antonia said sitting beside him on the couch he had chosen that night on the mezzanine lounge they had created out of his monstrous bed area. He laid down the papers he was reading, as was his new habit before sleep.
"Sure, it would be my pleasure," Drew softly commented not sure what was driving her look.
She sat quietly for a moment, looking quite pensive.
"There is a story you do not know, about one of our little family." She paused again and then let out her breath, "Darya was kidnaped by Russian soldiers when the invasion first took place. She was at a friend's estate close to the Belarus border when the tanks first rolled by. That night they came back looking for the two tall, beautiful women they had passed. They kept her and her friend for two days and nights. Until the two girls escaped." Antonia had to pause to cry and hug Drew.
Drew was just numb and had feelings of vengeance welling up so fast it felt like it was choking him.
"What can I do to help?" asked Drew when he could finally utter a word.
"Be with her, love her and show her that all men are not the monsters she feels right now." Antonia whispered.
Drew started to speak but she held up her hand for silence.
