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eak, without a sound, soaking her hair and mine, running like tears down our cheeks, down to her denim jacket and my yellow nylon windcheater, spreading in dark stains. "How about going back under the roof?" I said. "Come to my place. There's nobody home now. We'll both catch colds like this." "It's true." "It's as if we've just swum across a river," Midori said, smiling. "What a great feeling!" We bought a good-sized towel in the linen department and took turns going into the bathroom to dry our hair. Then we took the subway, with the necessary top-up tickets, to her flat in Myogadani. She let me shower first and then she showered. Lending me a bathrobe to wear while my clothes dried, Midori changed into a polo shirt and skirt. We sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee. "Tell me about yourself," Midori said. "What about me?" "Hmm, I don't know, what do you hate?" "Chicken and VD and barbers who talk too much." "What else?" "Lonely April nights and lacy telephone covers." "What else?" I shook my head. "I can't think of anything else." "My boyfriend - which is to say, my ex-boyfriend - had all kinds of things he hated. Like when I wore too-short skirts, or when I smoked, or how I got drunk too quickly, or said disgusting things, or criticized his friends. So if there's anything about me you don't like, just tell me, and I'll fix it if I can." "I can't think of anything," I said after giving it some thought. "There's nothing." "Really?" "I like everything you wear, and I like what you do and say and how you walk and how you get drunk. Everything." "You mean I'm really OK just the way I am?" 316
"I don't know how you could change, so you must be fine the way you are." "How much do you love me?" Midori asked. "Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter," I said. "Far out," she said with a hint of satisfaction. "Will you hold me again?" We got into her bed and held each other, kissing as the sound of the rain filled our ears. Then we talked about everything from the formation of the universe to our preferences in the hardness of boiled eggs. "I wonder what ants do on rainy days?" Midori asked. "No idea," I said. "They're hard workers, so they probably spend the day cleaning house or stock-taking." "If they work so hard, why don't they evolve? They've been the same for ever." "I don't know," I said. "Maybe their body structure isn't suited to evolving - compared with monkeys, say." "Hey, Watanabe, there's a lot of stuff you don't know. I thought you knew everything." "It's a big world out there," I said. "High mountains, deep oceans," Midori said. She put her hand inside my bathrobe and took hold of my erection. Then, with a gulp, she said, "Hey, Watanabe, joking aside, this isn't gonna work. I could never get this big, hard thing inside me. No way." "You're kidding," I said with a sigh. "Yup," she said, giggling. "Don't worry. It'll be just fine. I'm sure it'll fit. Er, mind if I have a look?" "Feel free." Midori burrowed under the covers and groped me all over down there, stretching the skin of my penis, weighing my testicles in the palm of her hand. Then she poked her head out and sighed. "I love it!" she said. "No flattery intended! I really love it!" "Thank you," I said with simple gratitude. 317
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eak, without a sound, soaking her hair and mine, running like tears<br />
down our cheeks, down to her denim jacket and my yellow nylon<br />
windcheater, spreading in dark stains.<br />
"How about going back under the roof?" I said.<br />
"Come to my place. There's nobody home now. We'll both catch colds<br />
like this."<br />
"It's true."<br />
"It's as if we've just swum across a river," Midori said, smiling. "What<br />
a great feeling!"<br />
We bought a good-sized towel in the linen department and took turns<br />
going into the bathroom to dry our hair. Then we took the subway,<br />
with the necessary top-up tickets, to her flat in Myogadani. She let me<br />
shower first and then she showered. Lending me a bathrobe to wear<br />
while my clothes dried, Midori changed into a polo shirt and skirt. We<br />
sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee.<br />
"Tell me about yourself," Midori said.<br />
"What about me?"<br />
"Hmm, I don't know, what do you hate?" "Chicken and VD and<br />
barbers who talk too much." "What else?"<br />
"Lonely April nights and lacy telephone covers." "What else?"<br />
I shook my head. "I can't think of anything else."<br />
"My boyfriend - which is to say, my ex-boyfriend - had all kinds of<br />
things he hated. Like when I wore too-short skirts, or when I smoked,<br />
or how I got drunk too quickly, or said disgusting things, or criticized<br />
his friends. So if there's anything about me you don't like, just tell me,<br />
and I'll fix it if I can."<br />
"I can't think of anything," I said after giving it some thought. "There's<br />
nothing."<br />
"Really?"<br />
"I like everything you wear, and I like what you do and say and how<br />
you walk and how you get drunk. Everything."<br />
"You mean I'm really OK just the way I am?"<br />
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