How I Got My Apartment (Part III)

She asked if everything was definitely comfortable, fairly expertly checked the bedding and saying that she was very tired today sat on its side. 

She was just beginning to summarize the last paper on the topic of the PGR, which on the plenum was to be given by a member of the Politburo, comrade Podedworny, when I delicately caught her by her tit. 

She did not shrink back at all but rather strongly leaned in on my hand. We began to kiss, after, knowing that the most appropriate moment had come, I tried to move my hand under comradette Wanda’s dress. 

When I got to her panties, I made the sensational discovery that comradette Wanda had panties on string. Across my face ran an almost imperceptible grimace of disapprobation, which comradette Wanda had noted, because when she came afterwards every evening to ask if everything was in order, she was already without panties. 

Our nightly antics, which comradette Wanda treated with full seriousness, each time addressing me as “comrade,’ because of the discomfort of the bed for two people, lasted always little more than half an hour, at which time comradette Wanda, somewhat in the context of her socialist morals, and somewhat of her own reputation, disappeared. 

I knew full well that I had to have made a positive impression on comradette Wanda. 

My watch also incessantly made a positive impression on her. It was in those times the coolest chronometer model—ATLANTIC brand, WATERPROOF to that, and if I remembered well, AUTOMATIC. She had to like it very much, because she would constantly be looking at it. 

Once even under some pretext she asked me to lend it to her for several hours, and what fascinated her most were the strongly phosphoresced numerals and hands, not to mention already the constantly in motion, lit second hand. 

I noticed that even in these brief moments which we spent together, that the watch fascinated her more than I did, because much more often than at me she looked at it. 

All her excitations I squared with the disdainful statement that it was nothing more than some capitalist junk, which I somewhat politically evoked to settle the matter, and on the other hand it gave something to think about.