...or is that all you think I am?" Her eyes were very wet. "Well? Is it? Am I just a dick to you?" She was silent. "Am I, dammit?" She shook her head, slowly, then firmly. "Can you trust me in this?" I forced calmness into my voice. "I don't know..." "Livinia, I want you to be my lover and my friend. But I want no part of that if you re going to be uneasy about this." She looked at me for a long time. Then she nodded. "I -- I will trust you." I pulled her into my arms and this time she came willingly and pressed her face against my shoulder and shook as she wept. After a little while, I said, "Livinia, I'm hungry. Can we please eat some dinner?" I felt her nod. We disengaged and she excused herself to the bathroom and then scurried to the bedroom. By the time she came out, I had put the water up to boil some rice and was cleaning and chopping some veggies and had the microwave nuking some frozen chicken cutlets to sliceable tenderness. "What do you want me to do?" She was in my blue robe again. Her eyes were puffy and red. The rain had ended sometime earlier, but the humidity had made a mess of her hair. She was a mess. She was gorgeous, standing there in my kitchen and I thought of what I'd seen on the tape and what we'd done together and what she'd told me and the day's enjoyment. |