lifetime.
“That was a very convincing show.” I said. “Are you sure you two wouldn’t want to share a cabin on a full time basis?”
“Maybe you're right.” Sara answered sharply. “After all Izzy is obviously a lot more sensitive a partner then you!”
“Sorry.” I said. “Bad joke.”
“Very bad!” Sara agreed.
I asked Izzy and Max to meet us back here in the lounge at seven the next morning. The plan being to awaken Harrod at eight, and once again we would have to set the stage. Taking our leave of them Sara and I went to my cabin.
“Jon, do you really think that I have been enjoying myself during these last few days?” Sara asked once we were alone.
“Sara, I was only joking around.” I said in my defense.
“I know that, still how could you joke about something like this? If I hadn’t been sure of your love and support I could never have gone through with any of this.”
“Sara, I truly am sorry. I love you and I appreciate the difficulty of what you have done.” I answered hoping to defuse the situation.
“Difficult!” She practically screamed. “Shit, paying taxes is difficult. What I have been doing is suffering. Losing what little self-respect I’ve been able to build up over the years since I was rescued. Wondering if I am any better than one of Mohammed’s prostitutes.”
“Sara, stop it, you’re no prostitute!” I answered for the first time realizing just how much she had been putting on the line for this mission.
“Really! What if the deception tonight hadn’t worked? What if those other two had handed over their credit chips? What then? Whose bed would I be in? Not yours, no. I’d be with Harrod right now. Smiling, telling him what a great lover he is while pretending to enjoy the experience. If that’s not a prostitute, what is?”
“A person who sells their body for personal profit” I said “is a prostitute.”
“What have I been selling my body for?”
“For me, for us, for all the children who should be allowed to grow up, for all the old people and everyone in-between, for the whole galaxy God it's called self-sacrifice, not prostitution.”
“Oh hell you’re right, still I feel dirty.” Sara replied, looking as weak and defeated as I have ever seen her.
“Sara, it will be all over tomorrow, and then this will just be a memory. Only you and I are forever.” I said to her, hoping to ease her pain. “I for one consider us lucky to have found one another. Two lost souls, living in pain, living for revenge.”
“I know we're lucky, I’m lucky. You know that I never thought I would love anyone, ever again. After I was rescued I couldn’t even bear to be alone with a man. Gradually that phobia eased; still the thought of being intimate made me sick. That is until the night at Rashid’s casino. I was looking at you while we were eating. All of a sudden there it was, I wanted you! For the first time in my life I wanted to make love to someone. Let me tell you it scared the shit out of me. That’s why I planned the episode at the beach; just to be sure you were a pig. Only then would I be safe, all desire gone. Then you turned out not to be a pig, and I wasn’t safe. So this is the result. I’m in love.”
“You still love me, insensitive jerk that I am?”
“Yes, and you know it.”
“I don’t know, I think you’ll have to prove it.”
“How?” She asked as she found the zip-seam to my jumpsuit.
“I think you already know.” I replied.
Chapter Nine
At eight o’clock the next morning, the girls slipped back into the bed were Harrod was still unconscious. He awoke a short time later.
“It’s about time you woke up.” Izzy said. “We thought you were going to sleep all day.”
“Ah, my darlings, such joys I have never experienced. Please let us indulge one more time.”
“If only we could!” Sara said as if it were her deepest desire.
I opened the door then. “Come.” I said to the girls. “You must make yourselves
“That was a very convincing show.” I said. “Are you sure you two wouldn’t want to share a cabin on a full time basis?”
“Maybe you're right.” Sara answered sharply. “After all Izzy is obviously a lot more sensitive a partner then you!”
“Sorry.” I said. “Bad joke.”
“Very bad!” Sara agreed.
I asked Izzy and Max to meet us back here in the lounge at seven the next morning. The plan being to awaken Harrod at eight, and once again we would have to set the stage. Taking our leave of them Sara and I went to my cabin.
“Jon, do you really think that I have been enjoying myself during these last few days?” Sara asked once we were alone.
“Sara, I was only joking around.” I said in my defense.
“I know that, still how could you joke about something like this? If I hadn’t been sure of your love and support I could never have gone through with any of this.”
“Sara, I truly am sorry. I love you and I appreciate the difficulty of what you have done.” I answered hoping to defuse the situation.
“Difficult!” She practically screamed. “Shit, paying taxes is difficult. What I have been doing is suffering. Losing what little self-respect I’ve been able to build up over the years since I was rescued. Wondering if I am any better than one of Mohammed’s prostitutes.”
“Sara, stop it, you’re no prostitute!” I answered for the first time realizing just how much she had been putting on the line for this mission.
“Really! What if the deception tonight hadn’t worked? What if those other two had handed over their credit chips? What then? Whose bed would I be in? Not yours, no. I’d be with Harrod right now. Smiling, telling him what a great lover he is while pretending to enjoy the experience. If that’s not a prostitute, what is?”
“A person who sells their body for personal profit” I said “is a prostitute.”
“What have I been selling my body for?”
“For me, for us, for all the children who should be allowed to grow up, for all the old people and everyone in-between, for the whole galaxy God it's called self-sacrifice, not prostitution.”
“Oh hell you’re right, still I feel dirty.” Sara replied, looking as weak and defeated as I have ever seen her.
“Sara, it will be all over tomorrow, and then this will just be a memory. Only you and I are forever.” I said to her, hoping to ease her pain. “I for one consider us lucky to have found one another. Two lost souls, living in pain, living for revenge.”
“I know we're lucky, I’m lucky. You know that I never thought I would love anyone, ever again. After I was rescued I couldn’t even bear to be alone with a man. Gradually that phobia eased; still the thought of being intimate made me sick. That is until the night at Rashid’s casino. I was looking at you while we were eating. All of a sudden there it was, I wanted you! For the first time in my life I wanted to make love to someone. Let me tell you it scared the shit out of me. That’s why I planned the episode at the beach; just to be sure you were a pig. Only then would I be safe, all desire gone. Then you turned out not to be a pig, and I wasn’t safe. So this is the result. I’m in love.”
“You still love me, insensitive jerk that I am?”
“Yes, and you know it.”
“I don’t know, I think you’ll have to prove it.”
“How?” She asked as she found the zip-seam to my jumpsuit.
“I think you already know.” I replied.
Chapter Nine
At eight o’clock the next morning, the girls slipped back into the bed were Harrod was still unconscious. He awoke a short time later.
“It’s about time you woke up.” Izzy said. “We thought you were going to sleep all day.”
“Ah, my darlings, such joys I have never experienced. Please let us indulge one more time.”
“If only we could!” Sara said as if it were her deepest desire.
I opened the door then. “Come.” I said to the girls. “You must make yourselves
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