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The lessons learned tonight were quite valuable, not to mention entirely untravelled territory for Anatoli. Even though only the basics were taught -- groping, kissing, and the like, the man clumsily started to get better at it.

Of course, he was still a bit nervous throughout, and his hands were very unsure and unsteady. It'd take a bit more training before he'll be any good, but like everything, it's a start. It helped him forget most of his problems, anyway.

Well.

Up until he got his 'reward' for completing the lesson. Antony was good with her mouth, it seemed, and it reminded him that he should one day play his trombone for her (whether or not swing music is her thing). After all was said and done, he sat at the edge of the bed before her, leaned back on his hands, and he seemed a bit calm for once.

That, of course, wouldn't last. His fingers curled into the sheets, and a worried expression crossed his face.

"What just happened?"

"Oh, I know that, I went ta public school in Chicawgo for cryin' out loud-- but-- if Motha finds out about this, I'm gonna get castrated," he babbled, gripping the sheets tighter. "My life is ova! What am I gonna do, what am I gonna do?"

He brushed a shock of wavy hair from his forehead with a shaky hand. "Maybe... maybe I can appeal ta my cousin. Ask him not ta send me home. I don't care if I get some animal shot or whateva, I don't wanna go home-- I'm a dead man. Mom's gonna find out if I come home.

If Moreau is watching, he certainly has found some good blackmail material to use against his dear cousin should he ever need it.

"I guess that's a good thing, but... I... Motha's gonna be so worried," he frowned. He was expecting to at least be able to make a call or write a letter or something, but clearly this isn't the case.

Never seeing his mother again was a double-edged sword. For one, he might actually start having a sex life (and of course, making up for about 17 years of lost time). For another, well... he'd never see his mother again. Home cooking, doting, and nagging would be a thing of the past now. It was almost as if she had died.

"Neva seein' her again, huh?" His voice was choked as be fought back tears, and pathetically crawled over to Antony's side and curled up against her. "I guess... maybe I can get used ta that. Everyone else does..."

"That's... that's somehow woise," the man hiccupped. "Instead a' bein' worried, now she'll just be miserable. I was her only son..." He sniffled loudly, and a tear escaped his eye.

"I'm such a disappointment. I'm such a failya. I had ta try ta be the good guy and patch things up with my cousin, now look where I am. Tha shop's gonna go unda, everything's gonna turn ta s**t because I had ta visit my stupid nebekh cousin."

"I'm angry," he said through bitter tears, shaking his head, "I screwed up big time and I didn't even see it comin'."

If anything, at least it stopped him from getting TOO whiny. At any moment, it was almost as if he'd slam the door, listen to bad music, and start wearing eyeliner.

"Don't tell me you didn't get upset at all when ya realized you were here for good," he snapped back. "I'm neva comin' home, I'm probably gonna become some animal thing, my cousin's an a*****e, an' I think I'm allowed ta be a little upset..!"

The problem is, he isn't being "a little" upset. Sniveling and whining is not what most would consider "a little" upset.

Pulling away a little, Anatoli balked as he shrugged his head between his shoulers. He wasn't sure what 'emoing' meant, being in his thirties and not spending a lot of time around younger people, but he got the impression that it had something to do with the way he was whining. Yeah... yeah, you're right," he murmured sheepishly, looking away in shame. See? Hinting at violence was all it took! It keeps him shut up for a good fre moments before he starts talking again.

"I guess I could... look at tha silva linin'," he said dumbly, his voice at least taking on a slightly happier note. "No more naggin'. I can pick my own women -- I guess give or take some fur, I guess, I dunno what all else is here -- an'... an'... start havin' a sex life! I don't need no hand lotion no more. Er... well, not as often as I used ta, at least." The expression on his blotchy, tear-stained face lit up.

It was probably for the better that Anatoli realized that when he did. Had he carried it on any further, well. Chances are, he'd be fearing more than his mother. He rolled over on his back and stretched out, holding on to the top of the headboard and contentedly sprawling out.

"I'll keep that in mind," he said, smiling. Certainly, Antony would find out soon enough just how trainable this man was. Threatening violence is just scratching the surface! "What gets ya in a good mood?"