Lebada

The two sisters were busily sewing their dresses for the wedding. Masha could not contain her excitement.

"I still can not believe that by this time next week I will be Mrs. Tomas Fieraru!" Masha shook her head in disbelief.

"Did mama give you {the talk} yet?", Lebada teased her older sister.

Masha whispered so Mrs Albescu couldn't hear " Tomas lifted my skirt months ago already, we did it in the barn" she giggled.

Lebada pricked her finger with the needle upon hearing this tasty gossip. "No way!"

Mrs. Albescu looked over in their direction to see what all the fuss was.

"Shhhh, shut up big mouth....And many times since!" continued Masha.

"Is it pleasurable? I would be scared to death" the younger sister inquired, for research purposes.

"The first few times were over before I knew what was going on. But the last few times I found it very enjoyable" she giggled.

"You whore!" Lebada blurted out, before she could stop herself.

Mrs. Albescu cleared her throat loudly, getting annoyed by the commotion.

Masha with lightning quick reflexes covered her all too loud sister's mouth before she could do any more damage.

"I wish Gosha would be here for the wedding, it feels empty without her. Mother sent a message, but no reply came back."

"Isn't it strange? It's been four years and we haven't heard anything about her." stated Lebada.

"I just hope she is happy, wherever she is, maybe you can ask your BOYFRIEND to check on her" Masha said mischievously.

Lebada poked her sister on her thigh with the needle, "bitch!"

Masha continued undaunted by the assault, "a little birdie told me he carried your water for you." Sighs loudly "so romantic!"

"Shut up! Loud mouth" Lebada's face was crimson red now.

"You two better stop your fooling around, I am not sewing those dresses for you. You make a mess of them, that's your business." Mrs. Albescu said with a huff.