I awoke and told Mom about being an escort with Putin, Mister Russian President himself. Vladimir and I were already in bed trying to make out. But we were still fully clothes due to the distraction of Mexican, then Filipino guys with light skin and black hair rummaging through old boxes of clothes inside our master bedroom closet. Vladimir was on ‘his’ left side of bed while mine was on the ‘right’ side of the bed, which was closest to the small walk-in closet.
I took of my underwear and wore a beige thong. Then the two guys left us. This seemed like the only time they acknowledged that I didn’t want them in the master bedroom. Just as they almost closed our master bedroom door, Mom and others made noise coming through front door.
Some cousins and relatives didn’t notice us as Vladimir and I stepped out, hand in hand. He was on my right side. I noticed that I wore a black mini-dress and a black thick platform shoes, which made my height as tall as Vladimir.
Then he said something about an indivisibility shield and two secret service guys in suits and maybe dark shades came out to spray a border.
Upon our front grassy lawn, I got down on my knees and started cry but didn’t dare bury my face into the soil. I was relieved to be shielded.
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