FISSIONMAILED: Forwardated to January 17th
[Roughly three weeks after this happened.]
[Ivan, for the most part, had forgotten about the whole marriage thing after Volgin hadn't brought it up the next morning. Maybe it entered his thoughts a day or two later, but that was about the extent of his afterthoughts on it.
So with that pushed out of his mind, life went along as usual. Volgin was in the other room, and Ivan had grown bored as he lay sprawled across the bed. As far as boredom in beds go, well, his solution was the same as always:
Ivan dipped a hand down the front of his pants and began to fondle himself.]
[Ivan, for the most part, had forgotten about the whole marriage thing after Volgin hadn't brought it up the next morning. Maybe it entered his thoughts a day or two later, but that was about the extent of his afterthoughts on it.
So with that pushed out of his mind, life went along as usual. Volgin was in the other room, and Ivan had grown bored as he lay sprawled across the bed. As far as boredom in beds go, well, his solution was the same as always:
Ivan dipped a hand down the front of his pants and began to fondle himself.]