Draft, part 2

Chapter two

Tim’s girlfriend is named - Sarah. Tom’s girlfriend is named – Virginia.
Both girls work in the library with Mary, for summer jobs. The young people have plans to spend long weekends together. All of them, the brothers and both girls are born the same year. But the brothers were born few weeks earlier than the girls. Sarah will soon be twenty-one. Tim is somewhat jealous of her, since she shows keen interest in Dat, an older man with a family. Or at least Tim thinks so. But he is very much in love with Sarah. And Sarah doesn’t miss any opportunity to make Tim worry. She thinks that in that way he will love her even more. And that will be a good test for him. Tim is very reserved. And for Sarah to be with an older man it is some times more interesting and easy. She and Dat are bound for the duration of her summer job in the library. Sarah’s best friend Virginia is the girlfriend of Tom. Tom is unlike Tim, their likeness is only external. Tom is more sensible. One time Dat asks Sarah to correct his manuscript. Sarah is very thrilled by the plot of the book, in which she is given a small role. She begins to imagine, that Dat is a little in love with her. And so once, jokingly she asks him, if he could do something from the book in reality, something like the heroes of the book are doing. Obviously Sarah tries to be pleasing to everyone, and to have some small adventures, but Dat can’t take her seriously and he tries not to offend her and he tries to explain certain things to her. But Sarah is sly and she continues to flirt. And since she does not know many things, and he is so experienced, could he so perhaps explain them to her. She says that she would like to know some things in more detail, about what’s being told in the book. Then he replies that to write and to do are two completely different things. Okay, she agrees. And how about supper in a restaurant, she asks him. Dat promises to think about it.  The next morning the guys are all gathered in lab. Dat joins them. Breakfast: everybody drinks coffee. Virginia addresses everyone did you read the latest criminal chronicles? No. So listen. I heard as my mother’s friend telling her recently, that some maniac again appeared in the city. By the nature of his crimes police think he is identical with a rapist who twenty plus years ago had probably raped three women at least. And you know what he crime’s character was? In all these cases, the women were unconscious. These victims could not even remember that some like that has happened to them. Can you imagine, Virginia continues. So mother’s friend says: you know there are so many lonely women in this world, who are dreaming about love and sex, lying in their cold beds. What if someone thought okay the way to somehow use these men, sons of bitches, rapists in mutually pleasurable purposes? So, that they would work out their concerns and so, that all the lonely women’s passions would be saved. And these men, sons of bitches, these rapists, would be look more like a flat tire. Till the next time. Till they are again ready to be used for their purpose, that for their minute attraction they are ready stake their life to rot in prisons for all their lives. That they are single-usually aroused, and for that reason they are ready to destroy themselves and others. Whose nature is to be at a woman’s feet. What kind of men are those men? Who up until now cannot understand this fact. The fact is that women need them all the time, but only then, when a woman lets them close, so that they are both in pleasure, and not only him acting all this out alone and in vain. Let them not even in a dream hope to get it from a prostitute, for it cannot be had even for very big money. For he only wants to get rid of it all, as from any paid for job, and that sometimes we heard, although less often now, about the degenerates. Who act as if they just flew from the sky. They have no idea that one should take his woman out. At first they have fun. And then only if she is mutual consenting to have a sex and than let her do anything with you. And not like a jumping joker from a box, to drive the poor woman to hysterics and fear. To busy oneself with one’s own ejaculation, and think that he had any sex here and then to flee, nervous, for one’s shifter skin. Idiots. For a woman to want to make love consensually and with pleasure, one does not need to drink her up or make her unconscious. On the contrary they need to be entertained, take them away from daily toils, so they themselves would feel the drive towards sex. And here Virginia added: her mother’s friend is a single woman who certainly knows what a lonely woman would think and say. What if some kind and mutual night help agencies could be organized, which would serve the people who happened to be lonely and concerned that moment That way there would be no more rapist on the Earth. And how many happy people’s destinies would be preserved? And the main thing is no murders or heavy consequences. The folks in power would save so much money on that, for solving other upcoming problems. And local authorities could even nominally charge for that kind of service as say, they do for wrong parking. And of course including medical statistical control for people’s safety. And those two, who have found each other by chance, even after any number of such searching. Those two who suddenly, at last found somebody what perhaps they have been searching for all their lives. Those who met each other will thank society for their care about them. At last they will find peace and mutual satisfaction for their own benefit and of those around them. And what if they are still searching? Then let them look at themselves in the mirror. And let them think, if the man reflecting there can arouse a woman’s interest. In general the agencies should work twenty-four seven, renewing databases every time they receive new information. So, what do you say, asked Virginia, but Dat chimed in: Yeah, it would be like in a fairy tale. But I can’t just get that case with three women, about which your mother’s neighbor was telling, out of my head. All this is very strange some how. I still remember a similar case. One warm evening Dat was coming from an airport on the highway. He was listening to the radio. And suddenly ahead of him he saw a flames from a collision. The image was horrible. When he drove by the place of the accident, he saw heaps of cars. But the scariest of all was the place where the oil tanker was burning. The arriving fire trucks immediately rushed to quench the fire. The accident took place on several county borders. There were a lot of people who sustained burns and injuries. All of them were given necessary medical attention. He climbed a hill to see the over all picture. And then as he ran down the slope, he noticed a silhouette of a half-naked woman. How did she get there, he wondered. It was Mary. He did not know yet that at the other side of the hill, there is another half-naked woman. And the third a half-naked woman he would find just few minutes earlier than some businessman. Dat could not even suggest then, that many years later, his destiny will firmly bind him with these three half-naked females. A police helicopter was making round after round above the sight of the catastrophe. And in that moment, in the helicopter’s searchlights, Dat had spotted a swaying male’s shadow. One more time the shadow figure was seen in the beams/light. And then it disappeared under the darkening evening’s shadow. He got closer to the place. The woman was almost naked, only covered with the shreds of a robe. He bent over her and asked: can you hear me? Are you alright? But no answer. Dat ran into the spotlight, trying to attract the helicopter pilots’ attention. Finally he got noticed. And in couple of minutes the paramedics were bringing Mary into consciousness. When Dat returned to the hill, he noticed on the other side another woman near an overturned motorcycle. She too was almost nude; all her clothing was torn to shreds. All this was looking very strange. Dat pointed her out to the medicals, who rushed at once to help her. Prowling down the other side of hill he found one more woman, also in tattered clothes, so she was practically naked too. Few moments later some businessman appeared on the spot. He gave her his jacket and helped her up. She could move without help. The sight of all three women, all of which clothes were strangely torn, made a deep impression in Dat’s memory. All the female victims happened to be on the different county’s territories. And in that moment no one could even suggest that the women were victims of someone’s sexual harassment. For that and other reasons nobody could gather and compare all the facts. All of this will become known later meanwhile all forces of police, firefighters, and paramedics were busy saving people and putting out of the fire. Dat finished his story. The guys had listened with genuine interest. And everybody went for business.