Mail-Order Bride
Copyright© 2009 by BoonDock
Chapter 15: Basking in Praise
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 15: Basking in Praise - Being lonely is a bitch. Rupert has been divorced for over a year and can't seem to manage the dating scene. His daughter pushes him into investigating a Russian Mail-Order Bride site and to his surprise, he is soon busy arranging for the visit of one of the woman he meets online. The story soon descends into a violent confrontation with the Russian Mafia.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Harem Polygamy/Polyamory First Slow Violence Prostitution Military
Daise was glowing with energy; she had enjoyed herself thoroughly with the rifle, especially once she realised that she was an outstanding shotist. She had shown that she could shoot out at great distances with incredible consistency. As we pulled out of the range gates, she looked at the old tank parked there.
"My grand-mother was a soldier in the Red Army, she told me stories about it."
"Oh? What did she do?"
"She was a soldier, she hunted Germans. I never understood before when she told me the stories, but I can imagine it now."
"I'm not too sure that I understand. What do you mean she 'hunted' Germans?"
"Remember when you showed me the rifle the first time, when you took it out of the safe?"
"Yes."
"and I asked you if it was a sniper's rifle?"
"Yes... ?"
"Well that's why. My grandmother told me that she was a sniper. They were sent out in small teams and their job was to hunt the Germans, especially to shoot the officers. She said that she was supposed to get a medal for it, but she didn't want to bother with all that."
"Good God! I have read a little about the Russian women snipers. No wonder you can shoot the way you do if you have that sort of inheritance."
"I never thought of it that way. You know what it's like; she was just my babushka. She was friends with Lyudmila Pavlichenko. She had a picture of the two of them together."
"That is fascinating. I would have loved to have met her."
"Yes, I loved her very much. I was very sad when she died
We were quiet for a while as I thought about what Daise had just told me. I considered that there must be some genetic inheritance that made people superlative shots, because while it was possible to train people to shoot well, there was still a large element that was not part of training that separated the 'good' from the 'great', and there was no doubt whatsoever in my mind that Daise was 'great'.
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