Chapter Four
Next day’s evening. Sarah cajoled Dat into to go out for a dinner with her. Because she still felt uneasy after latest events. His family was out of town. And so, he had nowhere to rush to these days. And so they found themselves dancing to mesmerizing music in some restaurant. Dat remembers how in his youth he could dance with friends all nights long. But the wine and champagne made Sarah unruly for few moments. She overestimated her capabilities. So she asked Dat to take her to home, which she rents with Virginia. While he drives her to home, she keeps falling asleep. Dat walks her to the door, but not without difficulty. She goes limp in his arms and pleads with him to stay for a while with her, until she will be better. She settles onto the sofa and Dat is busy making coffee for her and himself. She asks him to sit close to her. The coffee making her feel herself again, and she turns on some music and begins to dance before him. Gradually her dance becomes turns into a little strip show. But when he wants to shift his sitting place, she does not left him, and makes him sit down on the same place. And it repeated every time he tried to get up and leave. She becomes more and more engaged in the role of a dancer. As if by on accident she lost her bra. She paused for an instant, crossing her arms in front of her, and looked disconcertedly around her. Dat could tell it wasn’t exactly what she had planned. She runs to the bathroom and comes back slightly changed. She grabbed the first shawl handy of a very fine quality fabric to wrap it around herself, and now stood in front of Dat a half-naked youthful, beauty whom he already liked just for that she was, a nice, pleasant and spunky young girl. He went with her only for her sake, not wanting to hurt her feelings, but he felt her complete trust in him. He was enchanted her, she was charming for him. But he didn’t expect anything like that. He understood that he was trapped in some snare, deftly set up by her. But still he couldn’t believe it. She and Tim looked like an ideal couple. And he himself had told them many times about it. He had told them that if he were in Tim’s place he would never be able to take himself away from her. That he would carry her in his arms. That he would kiss her with unceasing passion all day long. How he was regretting now those words that now appeared as though they were mocking him. His gaze fell on her ID. He grasped this saving thread, but here Sarah seemed to lose her strength again, and so she sank, sitting herself on his knees and wrapping her arms around his neck. He was enchanted by her on one side, still at the same time a certain feeling would not leave him that she was only acting a well-rehearsed role before him. She glanced sideways at him too coyly, never forgetting to look around herself. Noticing confusion in Dat’s face, she murmured, don’t worry, Virginia is out with Tom until the morning. They will count the stars, and kissing until dawn. So nobody is at home tonight. Are you afraid of me? Or is it that you want to stalk me, hunt me down in some dark alley and ... so that you could … She didn’t finish the phrase, when he retorted: no, I would never want such a thing, Sarah exclaimed: How come that such crime cannot be scourged? A frightened woman cannot force herself to suddenly love her a rapist. Plus, in the moment of a danger situation any woman stops being a woman. She is just only a human being then, who has to defend herself from the enemy‘s attack. And her utmost desire in such situation is a desire to to urinate, preferably right into the selfish bestial face. Look at the moron who wants strip and love and all sex-schemes as he had seen in the pictures, and all of it right now. He is so dumb he cannot even understand that for a woman to be physically able to do it, she must be comfortable and relaxed and mentally free from all problems. She must know the man from the positive side. His attentions, his courtship, and only then she can feel a desire towards him and it is only then when she is able to do such things to him, that her man would beg her to repeat, kneeling before her, caressing her and in his turn, fulfilling all her dreams. She will never give it to a jerk that turns this act of love and surrender love into a need like a street dog, who passes by raises a leg to urine. Dat asks her: how do you know all that? Sarah answers: I chanced to see you when you were turning the manuscript into our main office, I red it all in gulp. I think that no man who has read your books would ever commit any violence against such divine creature as a woman. From one which he dreams to get love and sex. And not the gory female body after he have had his minute pleasure, only to be cursed by all forever, including his own mother who is also a woman just like everyone else, who once gave birth to him. And nobody wanted to kill him that time. To the contrary they helped him to appear into this world. Everybody should remember that. It was amazing that Sarah had memorized the whole chapter from Dat’s book. Yet, regretfully there still Dat’s answer. But if we will work together on this problem constantly, I’m sure it would be solved eternally. For the original man and woman were created for each other. All you need is patience to meet your soul mate. And to become such a man who can satisfy her woman of her first request. Just when she wants it, and how she wants it. Only like that. Just like that in no other way. Although it crosses Dat’s mind that modern people want to get from life everything at once. They take all for granted, during the breakfast, lunch and dinner breaks with minor differences in some habits, IQ, numbers of bank’s accounts. And they never forget to check their schedules from time to time.
To be continued….