Chapter-XVII.

                        The party was great. We were in time, Dave's little lady was happy and enjoyed her party thoroughly.

 I went home pretty early as I wanted Dave spending this day with his family. He slept there and stayed for the day after. This way I had some time only for myself. I went for wandering on my own, was walking on unknown little streets with strange little shops, where bells were tinkling when one entered and old ladies in  old-fashioned,long dresses greated me kindly.

In one antique shop I bought a  gilded  figurine of Siva Nataraja from the XV-th. Century. It was made in  the Terrai region, Nepal and was  a rare and delicate handwork, sacral art.

It was a present to him to thank all his kindness.

 I always thought he is like Siva Nataraja, transleted from Sanksrit, the Lord of Dance on stage. Siva is the part of Hindu trimurti, Brahma, Siva and Visnu, their three facedness means different aspects of the basic principles of the universe. Siva is the one who destroys all the bad and ill things and creates new, healthy useful ones instead of them with his divine dance. Definietly it was him when moving on stage. Also, there was the ancient OHM sound which from all the billions of galaxies and universes were created, the core of creation itself. And I hear that ohm resonating in his voice, that's  why it is so captivating and enchanting.

I spent hours in second-hand bookshops and was wondering on dark alleys which brought me to small squares with fountain in the middle. It was like somewhere in New England, Massachusetts or Maine, and not like New York City. I was lost in time and space, I was free for the moment. For the moment only, because I knew I'd  never  be free from his tenderness. Tight bounds were knotted us together already.

Even if he would leave me once, and I was sure he would as everything is changing constantly, I still would be the loving slave of his.

I hailed down a cab and was driven home with all the packs I had.

 A home from home. Our home we shared, our secluded sanctuary, right at the Hudson River. I had a magnificent view for sure. Still, it was only a room with a view at times when he was at home. He said he wanna furnish it for me, now I could see what he liked. It was aery and light, and had only few furniture in it. He made paintings and murals on the wall. Most of them were religious in origin transformed by his special view, in the manner of Greek ortodhox christianity. This way we had some saints in our apartment, of course excluding ourselves.

                          In a small shop I bought  a book from H. P: Lovecraft, it was a first edition and signed. I felt pampered, I could get whatever I wanted. Though I wasn't greedy I enjoyed the occasional rare purchases. I took the book and entered into my sanctuary. All the other rooms were furnished and decorated by him, only this room wasn't.   Well, not enterily. He ordered me everything I listed and brought home an interior decorator friend of his to help me. It was oriental. Soft Kashmir rugs, fluffy pillows on the divan and on the floor, small tables, huge mirrors and carved wooden cases and bookshelves from teakwood. On the walls there were Tibetan thankas, or paintings on silk of Buddha Sakyamuni, dharmapálas and tantric Yab-yum motifs. David painted for me a huge Mandala of Vajrasattva Bodhisattva onto  the Eastern wall. I should not have to say how beautiful it was. On stands he placed rare carvings and figurines of the Buddhist pantheon.  Here was my stallion he made me. I even head a small altar. It was the zenena of an oriental princess. When he was here with me he always called me on my Tibetan name, Ngawang Csime, which meaning is Limitless Speech Power. He often laughed at the meaning and he said it is so true. The pot called the kettle black! He loves to talk more than me. Always tells stories, I can't remember half of them. They are really interesting, he had traveled through the world and has a great job in which he is outstanding and so many things happened to him. He likes to tell me about them, and I love listening to him. Until now I haven't thought about his singing and him on stage as a work of his. Now, I see it as a job. I've seen him writing songs, negotiating, ordering, purchesing, the whole process in progress, and man, it is a hard job, sithole we sweam in as he put it, meaning by the showbiz on it.

                  Now I took the book and before I started reading I lit some fragnant candles and incents of sandal wood, this was his favourite. I waited him home. In the morning I prepared an Indonesian fish curry and baked cocconut-lime muffins, he was craving for them. I was freshly washed and applied the parfume he liked on me. I tried to read my book but I pricked my ears at every noise if he was it. I became restless. I wanted him. He was definietly missing from this little room of mine. Then I heared the rattle of his keys in the lock and it made my heart sing. My heart was running fast, I could have heared its pace in my ears, I felt hot and dizzy. I was in love.

He put his head into the open door: Honey, I'm home! Hmmm, my princess is waiting for me? I'm coming, he said and laid down next to me. His eyes were engaged with mine. He had his award winning smile on his face. He smelled so nice, he was so desirable. I wanted to pounce on him, but I didn't. I had to wait, I wanted him to pounce on me. David!

                          Yes?

I didn'answer him, I couldn't as my mouth was on his, this was it, I gave in, I couldn't stop myself from touching him, to feel him. After a while and when I gained my breath back I turned to him, looked at him and tried to say something. His eyes were like paradise, I was hypnotised, I was paralised, he literally took away my breath just by laying beside me. There were so many things in my mind, my thoughts were whirling like a tornado inside. Quite a time we spent together, and it was like the first day we met. 

                          I love you, I said rather lamely.

                          I love you too. You tell me this so rarely. I want to hear it every day and in every hour of the day. You are not tired, are you? I've got a little suprise for you and gave me a longish silver box. I whispered thank you with my eyes only and opened the box eagerly. There were tickets inside, as I could see they were tickets for two to Java.                                                     

                          I  show you Borobudur, you always wanted it, didn't you?

                          Wow, you are my Malayan tiger, you know. Thank you so much. I am so happy we can spend two weeks together on a holiday, oh that would be so nice!

Won't there be delays with the recordings this way.?

                           Don't you worry, its schedule allows it. I wanted to be with you, only the two of us, we hadn't much chance doing that lately. I would enjoy laying on the beach.

                           You? You can't stand still for one single moment.

You'll see. I am tired as a dog after barking its soul out. Yepp, that's what I did in the last two months. Barking, now I want silence.

When will we go?

Check it out!

Today? In the evening? David, it's one pm already.

What? You put your sunlotion, shorts and swimming dress into a bag and ready, no?

Well, yes, okay. I'd call Laci where I will be in the next two weeks.

Don't be mad at me, won't you, please!

I guess you did it for me already.

Yes, but only 'cause I felt a bit guilty  prolonging your stay, thus leaving them without you, I arranged a fun holiday for all our kids, except Jack who has vacation with his girlfriend. And I arranged your hubby a season ticket to the Formula One with all inclusive boarding, he travels to the venues with technical stuff. His friend could escort him, so he won't be alone. He wasn't protesting. Well, Jen works as always. Praise me, please!

David, you're such a nice fella, so generous, thanks. Good boy! What about some prize to reward your kindness?

Like a lunch? I'm starving. Is there anything at home?

Well, we'll see, I said and led him to the dining-room where his lunch waited him.

Yummy. I love you baby, don't ya know it?

I was watching him eating. He had a vicious appetite. He could eat anything, he was slim like a panther and as carnivourus. He tried it veggie style, because of his health, but was missing the blood. His usual day was filled with fish, fish and more fish spiced with some beefsteak, done rare. And chocs, he was convinced that a balancied diet is something, when you have a box of chocolates in each hand. When he was ready, it took some time to consume such an amount of food, he had a coffee with a cig.

He thanked the meal with a hug and sent me to pack my things,he's already packed his. I didn't make a big fuss, I was ready in twenty minutes and went on searching for him. I found him in my room, laying on a soft carpet, he was waiting for me.

I stood above him, he took a grip on my ankles and started to pull them and forced me to kneel down beside him and made me sit on him. He was looking at me with piercing eyes. He knew how much I wanted him and wasn't hesitate to show his desire. With a quick move he pulled my panties off and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I was naked. He wasn't at home in the last eight days and I made him a suprise. His eyes were fixed on my neck and on my shoulder.

                          Are they real?

                          Sure.

                          Mauka, it is damn sexy you know. God, I don't believe you did something like this. Laci will kill you.

                          Hope he won't.

                          Baby, it's beautiful.

                          I hoped you'd like it.

                          Oh my, I do. Damn sexy, it is, cool.

It was a tattoo, a collar on my neck with a man's hand holding a chain. It was his hand.

He put his hand on the one on my skin, they matched. It was still healing and was a bit red, but looked already very nice. On the collar a short text was written, Dave's slave. Only it was with gael characters to make it more difficult to read. But he knew them. He was so moved and so horny and still held his hand on my shoulder and started kissing the lines of the collar.

                          Mauka, you are just insane, it's for life.

                          Exactly, David.

                          Mau...

                          You said I don't say very often that I love you. And you  said that actions speak for themselves and not the words. Now, if you wanna check it if I still love you, you'should just take my dress off.

                            You are unbeliviable! This is a real sacrifice.

                             My body is your altar, use it as it is required.

He wasn't hesitated any more and  he celebrated the rite of love in it.

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