Snippet #1609774

Katerina let out a chuckle at Derek's bragging. He reminded her of a boy, when she had visited a dance in Moscow. He had bragged to all the women about how well hung he was, and then, when he was swinging on a rope attacked to a rafter to show off, somebody had grabbed his trousers and pulled. There wasn't a single girl in that room that hadn't been laughing hysterically at him. what was his name again? Dimytri, that was it. "I think I'll go for the 'or something'." she said. She spotted the last name on the applicant's list, and saw the boy a few feet away. "You! Come here!" she called. She looked at her watch nervously. she had two minutes left. "I hate being late.." she muttered. The guy looked at her, saw derek beside her, and ran for it. "I think not, comrade!" she yelled, and raised one hand. Within a few moments, the boy was suspended in a cocoon of air, and was floating, kicking and yelling, behind her as she walked back to the front of the school. "Do you have this effect on most people?" she joked to derek.