***This is a bit of an unplanned extension of the "Dream of the Unlikely Princess" series. So if you find that it doesn't make sense to you, you ought to go read that one first. A word however, though Yevgeny and Oksana appear in this chapter, it's not specifically about them. They come in for big appearances in later ones.
~sigh~ Sorry for the uh, goofy dialog in this. Just telling you now ...
This happens during the middle 1980s, if it's important.
For pronunciation:
Suhn = Soon, but like you'd say the 'oo' in 'shook'.
Raett = Rayt
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"I have an idea," Yevgeny proclaimed the one morning over breakfast. "I would like to take you on a honeymoon, Oksana."
She almost dropped her coffee, but after he'd talked of it for a time, she found herself rather excited about it all. "But, what about the lawns and the garden?" They had gotten her a large new gardening tractor the day before and she'd had a lot of fun mowing the acres of lawn there.
"We will need someone to tend to it while we are gone," he shrugged, "Though I would hate to have to call the same companies that I used before for this. I only want to go for about two weeks this time," he said.
"This time?" Oksana smiled as she tilted her head.
Well, I love you so," he said, "I think that I would like to do this every year, perhaps."
They decided that for this year, they'd stick rather close to home and go to Tobermory to learn scuba diving. After breakfast, they sat together at his computer learning what they could.
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Bailey Smith was down and just above out. Almost twenty, she was by her own definition a 'pretty-enough' blonde, though those who knew her found her very likable and "darn cute". It was a description which was almost a guaranteed way to make her smolder. She was pleasant and attractive in her own way, but at five foot-nothing and flyweight, she found it difficult to get anyone to take her seriously.
She needed a job. Her folks had turfed her out, mistaking her shyness as a front for slacking and a lack of ambition. Bailey's parents had come to the rather idiotic decision that forcing her out of the nest would make her fly. So far, she'd taken the landing pretty much on her chin. It didn't help her lack of confidence. In fact, it was turning her lack of confidence into more low self-esteem than anything else. She had been living with her boyfriend, who was something of a full-time, professional slacker, working only casual jobs for just about the money which his lifestyle required. It was causing her to want to have less and less to do with him.
Bailey had a vague idea and no real plan, but she was walking up the street, asking people if they'd like her to mow their lawns. There was one house left on the street and it was a long way off and not all that far from the town line, but she went. She turned up Yevgeny's drive, headed for the front door. She'd almost gotten to the door when she noticed that the lawn was immaculate and had just been cut and trimmed.
Yevgeny sat up in his chair, thinking. He jumped up and walked to the front door. There was a young girl walking away down the drive. She was rather unremarkable from the back, in what she was wearing, but that wasn't what caused him to stare.
Bailey had heard the door open, but decided not to bother.
"Excuse me, please," the voice said in an Eastern European accent, "May I help you?"
Bailey stopped. Wonderful, now she'd have to explain how she'd thought to ask about his lawn and then changed her mind and 'no thank you' wouldn't even be required.
She half-turned with her hands jammed into her jeans, not really looking at him, "No, it's ok, sir. I was just going to ask you if you needed your lawn cut when I noticed how well it's cut, so I didn't want to waste your time."
"How do you know if it will be cut like this in a few days? It might need it then, and maybe I like to plan ahead."
Bailey wondered if the guy was trying to screw with her head.
"As it happens," he said, "My girlfriend cuts the lawn and tends the gardens, but we are getting married and going on a holiday, and we need to have things looked after, since the gardens are very important to us. We'd be gone for maybe 3 weeks and we were talking about having one of the larger firms in the area do the work for us. I have a different idea in my mind, but if you keep looking down and watching the ants, we will never have the chance to talk about it. If you need a job as much as your body attitude says, then turn around and we can talk if you have the time."
Bailey sighed and turned around. She saw a nice-looking man with a pleasant smile.