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Meiko #28
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Copyright 1993 Donald L. Conover
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MEIKO contains the erotic adventures of the first woman Prime
Minister of Japan. If you are underage or would be offended by
such material, please discontinue reading now.
Cherry Blossoms
"The whole next week filled my mind with scenarios of
renewing my love affair with David," Meiko resumed the story over
pastries at her favorite neighborhood patisserie.
"I thought Seiji was your lover at that time," Noriko
protested.
"We made love, yes," Meiko replied pensively, "from time to
time. But I would not call us lovers. Mainly, he came to my
apartment when he needed to, which by then was not often. I
complied because I cared about Midori."
"What?" Noriko said, astonished, as if coming out of a
trance.
"Yes, that's true," Meiko insisted. "I knew that if I did
not accept Seiji, he would find someone else, so I accepted him."
"Very altruistic," Noriko said with a touch of irony. Her
comment was impolite to be sure, but by then her relationship
with Meiko was strong enough to support it.
"Oh, yes, I know what you're thinking," Meiko stiffened a
little. "I admit that it was my weakness too. I still needed
someone to hold from time to time, and at my age, as a Japanese
woman living in Washington, I wasn't about to find someone else."
Noriko's face was blank as she studied the lines of wisdom
near Meiko's eyes.
"I admit that it was an arrangement of convenience for both
of us," Meiko continued. "That's why I was so taken with the
idea of seeing David again. He was like life to me."
Noriko shifted in her seat, and turned over the tape in the
recorder.
"A pink telephone slip was waiting for me at the office the
day before our scheduled rendezvous. David had called. Heat
came up under my collar and my heart pounded wildly. All kinds
of negative possibilities washed through my mind like a suddenly
stormy sea. I was so relieved when his only purpose was to
arrange to meet me on the steps of the Jefferson Memorial. It
was cherry blossom time."
Noriko smiled as the image of pink blossoms on a blue sky
filled her mind.
Meiko anticipated the reunion of long lost lovers. David
anticipated a painful duty. Meiko's excitement over a private
meeting with David, even in the sunshine, made her arrive first.
David's deep set sensual eyes came up the steps to her, but his
lips met only her cheek. Meiko's face filled with heat as she
rolled her face right, instinctively trying to catch his lips,
but stopped by the bristles of his whiskers instead. Her stomach
was queasy.
"Come. Let's walk," he said simply, taking her tiny hand in
his.
They walked along the Tidal Basin, in the direction of the
Lincoln Memorial, marveling again over the splendor of Japan's
gift of beauty to the people of the United States. They were
quiet for a long time, each was lost in their own reveries of
quiet times in other cherry blossom seasons. Finally Meiko's
mind returned to her hand, and her instinct that this meeting was
goodbye and not hello. She indicated a bench under the bough of
one luscious tree. They sat down, facing out toward the
reflections of the Tidal Basin. Across the basin a line of pink,
like a daughter's ribbon, floated just above the edge of the
water. Three thousand trees blossoming was the beauty of nature
beyond compare, even in Japan. A pair of ducks swam over to see
if they were the type of humans who dropped tasty morsels like
popcorn into their habitat. Convinced that they weren't, they
swan away.
"It was wonderful to see you again last week," David began.
"Yes," Meiko said. "I have thought of you often."
"I have wondered all week why you didn't call me when you
moved to Washington," he said.
"It was not appropriate for me to call," Meiko retorted, a
touch of emotion in her voice. "You are a happily married man."
"But we have been friends for a very long time, Meiko-san,"
he said, addressing her more formally, as her voice demanded.
"You can always call on me. And we have many things to share, I
think."
A tear ran down her cheek.
"What's the matter?" He asked with all the confusion of men
over the centuries.
"Friends!" She whispered the word archly, as a curse. "We
were not friends, we were lovers."
"I think not," he responded from a distance. He thought for
a moment. "Perhaps we were lovers and not friends in Hayama,
when the heat of our youth carried us along. But later we shared
much more--heartaches with pleasure, the good with the bad."
Meiko popped up and walked again along the concrete sea
wall, wanting to avoid the corral of his logic. She knew she
could not beat the lawyer at oral argument. He scurried to catch
up.
"Do you mean that we were not lovers when you were in
Tokyo?" Meiko asked, still struggling with the nuances of
English after all these years.
"Of course we were lovers," David said. "But like all adult
relationships, if we couldn't be friends, we couldn't be lovers.
Look at us now, we are still close enough to argue and still care
for one another deeply. I think that is friendship."
Meiko's heart sank, sensing that the intimacy of his velvet
touch was beyond her reach. She folded her hand in his. "How
did you meet Jessica?" She didn't want to know the answer, but
she wanted to change the subject.
"We met on the computer," David responded.
Meiko imagined the two of them sitting on a large box with
whirling disks. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that nowadays there are computer networks where
people share information." He looked down at her with love, his
face filled with a happy memory. "Do you remember the day we
went down into the rabbit warrens of Akihabara, searching for a
modem? It was years ago."
Meiko thought for a moment, but couldn't imagine the scene.
She wanted to dive into those eyes and be gone with him forever.
She shook her head in the negative.
"Well it doesn't matter," he said. "Anyway, that was when I
was first getting involved in computer networking in Japan. I
was one of the first one hundred networkers in Japan. Now there
are millions."
"What does this have to do with Jessica?" Meiko asked.
"I'm sorry," David said, like an inept youth who lost track
of his date's mind. "Imagine a bulletin board. I posted on that
bulletin board an advertisement, asking if there was anyone
knowing of second hand machinery that I could sell in China.
Jessica responded. In fact she was the only response. And she
did have information about a factory."
Meiko didn't hear what he was saying, except to know that he
was speaking of his new wife with animation. She knew there was
no place for her in his life, except as "friends," as he had put
it. A tear began a slow journey down her right cheek.
"When I saw I had a response," David went on, "I looked her
up in the membership list to see what I could learn. To my
surprise, most of the interests she listed were interests of
mine, and she put Japan/Japanese language first. I was
immediately interested in getting to know her better."
"Well, you certainly did," Meiko said, her voice sounding
like breaking crystal.
David stopped her at the sound, and looked down into the
watery eyes. "Meiko, without computer experience you just can't
appreciate what exchanging 350 private messages over four months
can do."
"I think I can," Meiko said, in the same voice, pointing at
David's wedding ring.
David chuckled, "I didn't mean that. What I do mean is that
messages exchanged through a computer as one's only input mean
total focus on the quality of the other person's mind, rather
than their physical attributes, or what is happening in the room,
or whether the cherry blossoms are in bloom. The two minds
become entirely intertwined."
"I don't care," Meiko said coolly. "I just want to know
whether we can be together again, from time to time."
"Oh," David said, his heart sinking as he stopped and took
both Meiko's hands in his. His beautiful dark eyes filled hers
for a long time, speaking his love more than his lips could.
"No," he finally said quietly. "Not that way. Jessica knows
about our past."
"She does?" Meiko's voice cut through the syrupy atmosphere
of the sweet cherry blossom pollen like the knife of a bitter
December wind.
"Yes, she does. I wanted a fresh start," David said, "so I
told her our story."
"You made a big mistake!" Meiko's face turned dark and she
turned and began walking with purpose toward the Jefferson
Memorial, which was finally looming near again, after their two
mile walk around the pink lined Tidal Basin.
"Why can't we just be friends?" David asked, scurrying
along behind her like a puppy who just felt mother's teeth on the
back of his neck.
"Friends!?" Meiko let her fury build. "You just don't
understand women do you!"
"Meiko, stop a moment," David pleaded. "We've known one
another too long to be like this." He knew her moods well
enough, but this was the side of her he liked the least. "Let's
just stop and talk rationally for a moment."
"Huh!" Meiko's breath cut the air like a saber as she
marched toward the taxi stand. She climbed into the only empty
cab and slammed the door in David's face. It drove away leaving
David in place, as if the curse of Medusa had turned him to
stone.
Meiko wanted to see him, but she couldn't bare the thought
of hearing about Jessica. She didn't call him for two years. He
tried to call her twice, but gave up when his calls were not
returned.
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