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himself but - it wasn't his karma, I suppose. It was something he regretted.'
The spume was like silver lace far away - out there on the bosom of the sea. 'If
there is a part of him within me, then he's here now and that makes me feel all
right.'
'Do you really believe that? Life after -'
He smiled. 'Oh yes. Oh no. I cannot tell you truthfully. East meets West inside
me like swirling currents and there is a kind of tug of war. But about my
father, my mother. They are with me, yes.'
'It seems so odd -'
'Only because we are here, standing on a porch in West Bay Bridge. If we were in
Asia...' He shrugged as if this explanation were sufficient. 'And, too, I came
here to prove to myself that I could be a Westerner as well as an Easterner. I
majored in mass communications at college, launched into the atom age.
Advertising seemed a logical choice once I came here and I was lucky enough to
find someone who was willing to take a chance on me as a raw trainee.' He
laughed. 'It turned out I was a natural.'
She turned her body sideways to the surf, facing him fully. She came and stood
next to him. Her long hair swirled, a link; they had not touched. 'Do you want
me?' she whispered like the tide. 'Do you want to make love to me?'
'Yes,' he said, watching her eyes, their expanded pupils darkening the green to
black. He felt a tightening in his stomach, no longer quite certain of his own
ghosts, feeling a filament of fear, a feather brushing the base of his spine.
'Do you want to make love to me?"
She said nothing; he felt the nearness of her hand rather than saw it,
mesmerized by her eyes, the glowing motes-e people nets. He felt its heat, then
the tips of her fingers touching the skin of his biceps, curled around the
muscles there, firmly but without squeezing, and it seemed to him that the
simple gesture communicated so much that it was as if she had never done it
before; that it had never been done to him before in just that way. And that
first contact was so electrically tender that he felt the muscles of his thighs
trembling, a sighing in his heart begin.
He wrapped her slowly in his arms and he was quite certain she cried out, a tiny
burst of erotic emotion, 'Oh I' the abandoned ardour of the music, just before
his lips covered hers. Immediately her mouth opened under his and he felt the
length of her body pressing against his, building heat at the fulcra of breasts,
belly and the juncture of her thighs.
How hot she seemed as his lips caressed her long neck, tracing the rounded edge
of her collarbone. His hands pulled at her shirt. Her lips were at his ear, her
tongue circling, circling like that last hungry gull above the night-dark beach,
and she whispered, 'Not here. Not here. Please -'
Lifting her arms and the shirt came off; his fingers stroked her spine, the deep
long indentation. She shivered and moaned as he licked under her arms, moving
slowly to her full breasts, the nipples already hard and puckered.
Her long fingers unfastening the snap of his jeans, her nails clicking together
as his open lips covered the upper slopes of her breasts, spiraling inwards.
'Please,' she whispered. 'Please.' And brought him out of the jeans, already
half-erect, stroking him softly to full hardness as he sucked her nipples.
He felt the fear give a last flutter, like a tired sigh, before it evaporated
utterly. They sank lower and lower, twisting and trembling with anticipation as
the remainder of their clothes came off. Her hands moved to push down the pair