murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

"Hmm ..."
"And I'm just spacing out and feeling really nice until, all of a sudden
I realize what's happening and I yell at you "Stop it, Watanabe!' And
then I say "I really like you, Watanabe, but I'm seeing someone else. I
can't do this. I'm very proper about these things, believe it or not, so
please stop.' But you
don't stop."
"But I would stop," I said.
"I know that. Never mind, this is just my fantasy," said Midori. "So
then you show it to me. Your thing. Sticking right up. I immediately
cover my eyes, of course, but I can't help seeing it for a split second.
And I say, "Stop it! Don't do that! I don't want anything so big and
hard!"'
"It's not so big. Just ordinary."
"Never mind, this is a fantasy. So then you put on this really sad face,
and I feel sorry for you and try to comfort you. There there, poor
thing."
"And you're telling me that's what you want to do now?" "That's it."
"Oh boy."
We left the bar after five rounds of vodka and tonic. When I tried to
pay, Midori slapped my hand and paid with a brand-new #10,000 note
she took from her purse.
"It's OK," she said. "I just got paid, and I invited you. Of course, if
you're a card-carrying fascist and you refuse to let a woman buy you a
drink. .."
"No no, I'm OK."
"And I didn't let you put it in, either." "Because it's so big and hard," I
said.
"Right," said Midori. "Because it's so big and hard."
A little drunk, Midori missed one step, and we almost fell back down
the stairs. The layer of clouds that had darkened the sky was gone
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