Chapter 16

I had more or less expected her to continue, but she got off me, kissed my belly lightly, and went to mix another two Gins. Then she shed her negligee and sat down on her chair. She was a lovely sight. She had never before been very comfortable, being naked around the house. Now she openly displayed all her beauties, which were enhanced by her relaxed and satisfied movements. Her happy smile gradually turned off and was replaced by an annoyed expression.

"What's on your mind? You don't look happy any more."

"That's because I'm not. Happy. I have to go in a little while. I'd much rather stay here and fuck the life out of you, and live happily ever after on your life insurance."

"Ha, ha. Talk about the merry widow. Why do you have to go?"

"I thanked yes to an invitation, three months ago. You know, our little 'yakkedi' club. Normally we meet some weekday afternoon, but tonight Anni's daughter is having her bachelor party, because she is getting married tomorrow. Her girlfriends are to pick her up at five. Anni has invited the club to a test-run on the wedding menu, because the wedding itself is a strict family affair.We're to be there at six."

"I can guess. And you'll be back home at midnight, tired and drunk."

"I'm NOT! I'll go in the Alfa Romeo, to make sure I do not drink, and also to show off to the girls and watch their envy. I'll be back no later than nine, maybe half past eight."

"It's all right, dear. Go and have some fun. I dare you to leave your panties at home. Might remind you why you have to hurry back."

"I will, I will. If the other wives knew, it would make them even more envious than the Alfa Romeo." When she kissed me good-bye at half past five, she looked a lot sexier and vibrant than most 46-year-old housewives.

I left the terrace doors open, settled down on the living room couch and decided to call dad.

"Hi, son. Any problems?"

"No, not at all. Mary left for dinner with her girl friends, and I thought we might have a little chat. For instance about you taking a place in me. How it is done, and all."

"Oh. Have you decided to give it a try?"

"Yes. You have given me so much, since we made contact, and I'd be a lousy son if I didn't try to pay back, wouldn't I?"

"No. Not at all. What I have given you is without any obligations, you know. I'm happy; I can finally do something good for you. But of course I'd really appreciate it, if you would try."

"Sure. Tell me what to do."

"Turn over to lie on your belly." I did so. "Now to the difficult part. First you must form an image of yourself. In your brain. Do it now, it should be fairly easy for you by now."

"I've got it. Sharp or blurred?"

"Doesn't matter. As long as you can identify it 100 % as yourself."

"I can."

"Now you make a small storeroom. A file, I think you call it in computers. Right?"

"Yes, it's called a file. How should it look?"

"Make it like a big, transparent bubble."

"I've got it."

"Concentrate on the things you can sense, one by one, and put them into the bubble."

"I'm not sure I understand?"

"Like, you can sense cold, right? Concentrate on that sense, and then put it into the bubble."

"OK."

"You can taste sweet, sour, salt and bitter. Put them into the bubble."