murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

"I was just curious," she said. "Besides, he'd get angry if I asked him
about stuff like that. He'd say girls aren't supposed to ask all those
questions."
"A perfectly normal point of view, I'd say."
"But I want to know. This is pure curiosity. Do guys think about
particular girls when they wank?"
I gave up trying to avoid the question. "Well, I do at least.
I don't know about anybody else."
"Have you ever thought about me while you were doing it?
Tell me the truth. I won't be angry."
"No, I haven't, to tell the truth," I answered honestly. "Why not?
Aren't I attractive enough?"
"Oh, you're attractive, all right. You're cute, and sexy outfits look
great on you."
"So why don't you think about me?"
"Well, first of all, I think of you as a friend, so I don't want to involve
you in my sexual fantasies, and second - "
"You've got somebody else you're supposed to be thinking about."
"That's about the size of it," I said.
"You have good manners even when it comes to something like this,"
Midori said. "That's what I like about you. Still, couldn't you allow me
just one brief appearance? I want to be in one of your sexual fantasies
or daydreams or whatever you call them. I'm asking you because we're
friends. Who else can I ask for something like that? I can't just walk
up to anyone and say, "When you wank tonight, will you please think
of me for a second?' It's because I think of you as a friend that I'm
asking. And I want you to tell me later what it was like. You know,
what you did and stuff."
I let out a sigh.
"You can't put it in, though. Because we're just friends. Right? As
long as you don't put it in, you can do anything you like, think
anything you want."
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