I just like it when he goes wild. That fierce sparkle of hellish fire  blazing in his eyes!

           David, stop, hey, what would I wear if you tear my clothes to small pieces?

            ............................

            Stop it, hear ya? Gently, gently!

            Hmmmm....................

            Hey, that hurts!  David, please, be more gentle, would you?

            No!

Clearly it wasn't the right time to chat him about the present revelations  in  experimental physics. Or about anything else by that matter.

He was panting heavily and went on ripping my clothes off. I wasn't protested anymore,    wasn't tried to stop him anymore,just let him do his job. He wouldn't have let me anyway. Love rage, this was a love rage. His eyes weren't clear but obscure, he hadn't reacted in any way. Strange, I just kissed his ears. Well, inside out and lengthy. And there were some dirty words to arouse him, and some biting and.......

I prayed nobody would want to contact us while he was so busy. He wouldn't have stopped it and the noises he gave, they would have gave the game away. I was watching my passionate man, I saw madness in his eyes, it was a  dark obsession in the name of love. He wanted to own me and I wanted to surrender to him. Clear rules, easy game.

He didn't hear nor saw a thing. It was amazing, the ultimate game what a man and a woman can play. His dark hair was all wet, sweat was dripping from him and his body gleamed in the sharp light of the hospital room like it was covered with drops of diamonds. All his muscles were tightened like barb wire, if he would had been more tense he  would have blast.

Well, he  blasted at last.

His body laid on mine, I was stroking his hair, he was moaning something.

Time has stopped. All was quiet. Only he was there and me.

 He kissed me gratefully and much more calmer. He felt contentment that I was there.

       I can't think of a day, when I can't have sex with you, baby. Will you be always around? You don't wanna change our plans, do you?

         What plans? I don't know about any plans.

          Baby, you and me.

          Sure, I know it's you and me, but how do you think it?

          First, you should meet Jen, she was so nice, grateful you saved me and want to get to know you.

          Who saved, who? Wasn't it you who held me in your arms for days in that jeep?

          Well, yes. Only I wouldn't have been able to do it if the bloodloss had killed me. You got the point. See, we badly need each other. We met with a purpose.

           You mean, you make me happy and I make you happy?

           Yes, and well beyond that. We can learn so much from each other, we already had. Just one to mention, those horrible nightmares, you understood them and gave me a clue to help me interpreting them. I was thinking a lot about it, and it definietly helped a lot. Something just clicked in my brain and it is better now, I sleep better and feeling better, thanks to you. Maybe, it is something to do with the great sex we have,too.  Man, I enjoy immensly being with you!

           Thank you, David, nice compliments, I appreciate them. I would be your personal advisor, or what?

           Oh, yeah, baby. You know what you are talking about when you speak of psychology, great help for me, sure. That's a good idea! You as my personal advisor.  Altough, I still think that it would be better if we would face the world that we belong to each other I accept your point of view. It's enough if our families would know it, I spare you from the media attention.

           Thanks a lot. I would die if a journalist or a papparazzi would approach me.

           Being my personal advisor and medical instructor would explain your being around. So, I go on with my cunning plan. All clear, you don't wanna bother either of our families, that's right. I thought of an apartment in  a nearby building, close to where I live would be nice for you, it'd be huge and we can hide.

            David, how do ya think that? This is expensive and I don't want you waste your money on me.

            Wasting? I never had a better investment in my life! Anyway, it's already done, Jonathan fixed it this morning. You should sleep somewhere, shouldn't you? And also, I thought I buy a house near you, somewhere not so frequented, so we can be together as much as we like. We would look for a house together, wouldn't it be nice? I could visit you anytime I want without causing trouble in your home. I understood, you are not an Anna Karenina type, and it's good the way you face your responsibilities, you know what you want.

              Oh yeah, sounds splendid. But the money, I don't want your money, Honey, I want your love.

                I know, I know. But I have enough to spend and you can't tell me what I spend it on, can you? I want some spent on you, okay?

               Okay, so I can write a list now, as I used to Santa Claus when small?

               Sure, anything you want, that's yours.

               Wow! You know what a fly dies off!

                Mauka!

                Yes?

                 Don't be afraid of Jennifer. She is great, really she is. She knows me well, she understands me, she can handle me. I love her, alright, only, see I am like a spoilt child, wanna all the attention she has, and she has to share her attention between her job, Stella, Jimmy and me. Sometimes, I feel she just doesn't have enough time for me. I want more, I want to be feel loved constantly. She knows it, we talked about it but she can't help it. Of course we both pay attention to  our children, Jimmy is a teenager, Gosh, he isn't that bad as I'd been, still, there are times I am helpless with him. I am supposed to be his role model, well, he always says what a youngster I'd been and he is right. What could I say to this? And my little angel, I can't deny anything from her. I spoilt her badly. And she is just as demanding as I am. Like father, like daughter, my flesh and blood. Also, Jack, he doesn't really know how he should lead his life. He is not wild, but I don't know, it's not easy for him, I rather screwed it  up with him, but I can't change the past.

      David, dear, we are only human, born to make mistakes, it's ok.

      Well, it's not okay, but I cannot help it. So, I need you badly, because you are able to supply what I demand. I know it is demanding, but you are happy to give it to me.  And Jen, I know I want to control her, she doesn't let me. She is tough, she is American. When she was so helpful and helped me climbing out of the deep shit I was sitting in I accepted her driving me, and then when I was clear, I didn't let her drive me anymore. We used to have big debates on this. Now, we have a status quo, we don't wanna influence each other that much, but of course we are not that close anymore emotionally because of this. On the other hand you led me deep into your life, I see how important I am for you, and I appreciate it. You let me playing the strong male you playing the weak woman in need of help. Believe me, I see through you, you are melting in the outside, but you're are tough like hell in the inside. You are my precious peach, fragnant, rosy and delicious, but I have to be careful not to bite too deep into  you, 'cause you crush my teeth.

I was laughing, peach, me.

      Once, long ago, in the arena of Rosebowl you said you are not a fucking Wordworth, you were wrong.

Now, he was laughing.

       You know everything about me, right? But, don't be that sure. You've got plenty to discover yet.

        Dark secrets of yours? Are there many of them?

        Plenty. I confide you, I have the sweetest lover, ever.

        You are flattering me. And you're wrong, I am not tough.

        Oh, yes you are. Only you haven't realised it yet. Wild at heart, you are a sweet cyberpunk. You look like a decent woman, but an asian nomad is living inside you. I know, though you do what I want, I never would be  able to really tame you.

         Do you want to tame me? Like the Little Prince did with his fox?

         No, I don't want that, I want you wild. I feel alive when you are with me. I never felt so alive in years. I think you had to know all these stuff, easier for you to understand me.

         Thank you for trusting me and shared this with me. You are so opened, I understand you, I promise.

          There was a knocking on the door, Mr. Gahan, you should have checked in for your plane, already. A car is waiting for you and your companion in front of the building.

           Thank you, we'd be there in a minute, he answered and helped me collect my clothes and tried to fix the torn parts of it on me.

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