Steve Almond: Run Away, My Pale Love

The narrator is crazy about fellow student–a Polish woman named Basha.  He adores her accent.  That’s all you need to know…

We made love, or fucked, did that thing where our center parts fit and unfit, a half dozen times, in panicky sessions, ten minutes or so, until she cried tak! tak! then fell still.  She consented to my movements with her body and spoke only once, toward dawn, saying, as my hand brushed up her thigh, “I am having so wet.”  I knew then–at that exact moment–Basha had been sent to rescue me from the dull plight of my life.

From My Life in Heavy Metal by Steve Almond

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