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Chapter 8 - Caught in the Act

"Why have you been sneaking around for the last hour, Dimka?" Viktoria asked.

I turned to look at her, the conspicuous bundle of sheets in my arms impossible to hide. "Just getting an early start on laundry, Vika. I wanted to surprise Mama by doing some extra chores," I told her, flawlessly disguising my covering up my evidence of soiled bedding with a selfless attempt to help around the house.

"Aren't those the same sheets that were on your bed last night? And isn't that the pair of pajama pants you wore to bed last night sticking out of the pile there?" Okay, so, maybe not so flawlessly.

"Just trying to get ahead," I told her, trying to plaster a feigned smile on my face.

Vika continued, "Those wouldn't be dirty enough to need to wash yet."

"Uhhh ... I ... spilled some orange juice on them," I quickly fibbed.

"You've been doing laundry since five o'clock. So either you slept in them wet and sticky with orange juice last night or you got up at four-thirty to drink orange juice in your room." Viktoria scratched her chin as she gave me a mischievous smirk.

"I decided to get up early to do some homework," I replied, "and had a glass of juice first."

"I thought you said you were up to surprise Mama with extra chores?"

"And homework, too," I told her.

"It seems to me, Dimka, that there are only three reasons you'd have to wash your sheets like that, and all of them involve not wanting someone to see what's on those sheets. And two of them involve a girl."

"What? Don't be ridiculous, Viktoria. What are you talking about?"

"If you peed the bed, you'd have to wash your sheets like that - and probably your mattress, too - but even Babushka doesn't have to wear adult diapers yet. I know you have a new girlfriend, Dimka. I saw your text to 'Roza' about going out with her over the weekend. So, either you had this Roza girl in there last night and you needed to wash away the evidence of taking her virginity, or you had some," cough, "messy," cough, "dreams, probably about this Roza, last night. Now, do I need to tell Mama and Babushka that they need to have some talks with you about being respectful with a girl you just met - and locking you in the house at night - or you need to admit that you are a sick pervert who can't keep his man chowder in his pants when he's sleeping, Dimka. Now which one is it?"

I stared at Viktoria in embarrassed horror. No way was I going to live this down. I turned my face down as I admitted, "Roza wasn't here. It was just me."

Viktoria wrinkled her nose. "Gross, Dimka. Were you careful about how you carried it? I hope you didn't drip any baby batter on anything on your way to the washer."

"Vika!" I gruffly yell-whispered to her, my head still down, "Not that it's any of your business as long as the floor is clean, but I was careful about how I wrapped up the sheets before I brought them downstairs."

"Just don't get any of your ball barf anywhere near me. Either way, spilling your trouser gravy in your pants while dreaming of her or deflowering her," she said, "I think you need to bring this Roza here for us to meet her properly, Dimka."

My face turned up to look at Vika, eyes wide as saucers. There was no way I could bring Rose to meet my family!

"What?" she asked, "It can't be worse than Rolan."

I interrupted, "Who you did not bring home to the family for us to meet!"

"And if I had, Dimka, he never would've been in my life long enough that you needed to break his nose. That's why you need someone more objective than the little man in your pants to tell you whether this Roza is okay or not. Then I can kick her ass if she isn't good enough for my baby brother."