Chapter 12: Anyhow and Anywhere

The alarm woke us up and she told me to shower in the other bedroom - she needed this one. When I was ready, I waited for her in the sitting room.

She appeared happy as ever, wearing her black dress from yesterday, but today her breasts were covered by a white silk blouse. Her hair was made up again; her face had its little discreet makeup with her lovely lips shining and her eyes sparkling, and the dress accentuated her perfect body, with the pendant touching her breasts.

“Am I presentable, my lord?”

“You look like royalty - may I be your consort? I shall protect you from all evil!”

I took her arm and we walked out. When I passed my hand over her back, she smiled and said it was just her and the dress, no intermediates. I passed my hand again and there was really no bra and no panties. She was getting adventurous - and I liked it a lot!

This time I drove to the opera. The Mozart Piano Concerto No. 21 was sad and lovely. In the second movement the melody hangs in the air, surrounded by soft flutes, and it seemed to express all the sadness in the world. It has always been connected to a Swedish movie, ‘Elvira Madigan’ where in the 1800s an officer falls in love with an actress. Society didn’t accept their relationship and the two decide to commit suicide. The final scene in the movie, where they rested under a willow tree beside a creek, looking at each other, and drank the poison, had always caught my emotions. With the Mozart movement playing softly and sadly I had to swallow to not to cry. Germans can also be emotional!

During the intermission, I bought her a glass of champagne and she left me for a moment. I had that strange feeling again - I didn’t have to see her, but I knew exactly where she was. It must have been an aftermath from the moment when we made love. If she really was totally mine, as she had said and her mother had confirmed, perhaps it was a boon for me because if she ever needed help, I could be at her side in a moment. It was good to know and something I wanted to discuss with her mother. She came back and most men turned their head when she passed. I received jealous looks when she took my arms and leaned her head on my shoulder. Perhaps as a compensation for the slow Mozart, the other two pieces, Haydn symphonies, were entertaining. The first was ‘The Beat of the Kettledrum’ and the other was ‘The Farewell’, where at the end of the piece one player after the other leaves the stage, and finally, only the maestro and the first violin are left, looking at each other, shrugging their shoulders and leaving together. It was fun, and Maureen enjoyed it visibly. She asked me why Haydn had done this, as she never had heard of anything like this.

I laughed, “Darling, Haydn had contracted an orchestra for four weeks with the Esterhazys in Hungary, but the Count wanted to keep them longer than contracted and the musicians became restless. Since Haydn didn’t want to challenge his generous sponsor, he wrote this symphony. The Count seemed to have understood the message and let them go.”

We drove back to the flat but she wanted to stop at the Mall and see a pharmacy. At home she asked whether we could eat the smoked salmon we had bought and drink some ice-cold vodka. I wondered about the vodka, but she said she wanted to relax and prepare.

“Prepare for what?” She smiled mysteriously. “You will see. Didn’t I tell you that you would be rewarded?”

I took out the salmon, and the Grey Goose I always had in the freezer. I don’t drink a lot, especially not distilled spirits, but I was always prepared for my few friends. It must have been in the fridge for months, since I had not yet acquired many friends close enough to invite to my home.

When she came to the sitting room I stopped and stared. She surprised me again, dressed (or rather undressed) in a short shirt that consisted of a small strip going from her neck to apparently ten centimeters below her pussy, with another strip going down her side and a third one down her back. These three strips were connected by even smaller horizontal strips with enough open space that the effect was dramatic, her breasts came out of the strips and hid again, and her pussy appeared off and on, blinking at me.

“My love, I adore the dresses you have shown me up to now, but they are really very different from the image I had of you even a few days ago. What happened? What did you do with them before we met or are they just for me?”

“James, I bought all of these covers and dresses last week - I knew that we would make love and I wanted to please you before and afterwards. I know you enjoy looking at my body and I enjoy offering it to you. Being nude is nice, however, being partially covered can be more sensual, and I enjoy it when you take it off.”