Unknown Diners

Chapter Nineteen

Catherine shifted her hips again, ground more meat, still lightly panting. "You're getting better, Lorne. We're now doing two for one, but there's still too much me."

Immediately Tastevin had settled to her anchor in Chemainus, they had stripped and coupled. She was still sitting on his lap, leaning up his front in a modified spooned posture on the cockpit settee. He was still in her cockpit as he leaned back against the soft cushions.

"You seem to love your orgasms, and I'm enraptured feeling, watching and listening to you pop. But you keep begging me to come and end it. I'm confused."

She ran her hand over her flat abdomen, pausing a moment, then reached farther to feel where he disappeared inside, pressing there, then continued down to cradle his scrotum and gently heft it. "While there's any possibility of conception, I want you to keep flooding me. A thirty, forty million at a time. I want to give life a huge chance. After we've conceived, I'll gladly go back to three, four five to one... God ten to one, I'm easy." She let out a loud laugh.

"If only you could hear the moans and complaints of the girls — me too, I guess — God, those were also my stories." She paused and shook her head. "Oh, my God! Those were also my tales of woe, my complaints and my commiserations with the girls."

"So what's this story? What are the complaints?"

"Oh God, I love you, Lorne. Oh my fuck, my wonderful loving fuck. My hero, my sweetheart, you have no idea how desperate, how desolate many women are. You're such an innocent man, a loving, caring person."

"I gather, then some women aren't happy with their men."

She reached up over her shoulder to stroke his cheek. "Lorne, you've always been the master of understatement, but that by a huge margin understated the largest of all understatements. From what I've experienced, read and heard, I think humanity needs a large portion of the men on the planet to be asking about this."

He ran his hands lightly up her front and cupped her breasts. "I'm still confused. I guess I've not spent any time thinking about these things... Relationship things. You really do need to explain."

"My dear innocent sweetie, you have no idea how many men give little thought or effort to satisfying their women. The caveman approach: Bang, pop, grunt and retreat. They're fulfilled physically, but inside there's a void. The women don't even have the physical fulfilment to ease the emotional and spiritual void. I've done themes based on this in several of my novels."

Lorne gave another gentle pelvic thrust. "Thinking about what you were saying about Nathan, his being circumcised. His difficulty satisfying you. Muslims circumcise. The whole Islamic world is male-centred. Until recently, many of them have forced their women to hide themselves and denied them many rights. Because of their physical mutilation, many of the men are less able to sexually satisfy their women. No wonder there's so much anger there."

He teased her nipples between his spread fingers. "For more than a century now, the United States has had the highest non-religious circumcision rate in the world, over ninety percent of the men at one point. They're still by far the highest. That would lead to a lot of frustration."

"Wow! Oh, my! Where's most of the violence in the world? Israel, the Middle East, the USofA, the Islamic world and wherever they've spread. It seems to be where circumcision is most prevalent is also the most violent."

"The men have been disfigured, disabled by religious tradition or flaky Kellogg fervour. They have no idea of the cause of their frustration. The USAians continue to arm themselves with more and more deadly weapons, shoot their neighbours, spray shopping malls and schools with bullets."

"The Jewish thing seems to be a contradiction here." Catherine shrugged. "Maybe the men work their frustrations out through their famed entrepreneurial fervour. That might satisfy their search for gratification."

"With the recent decline of circumcision in the States, I wouldn't be surprised to see the American Rifle Association resurrect some of Kellogg's flakier theories and practices to keep them supplied with frustrated and angry men."

"That's twice you've hinted at Kellogg's flakes. Is this the beginning of a serial?" She chuckled. "What's the connection?"

"It's a very sick story. Much sicker than your pun. Connolly introduced me to it." He cupped her breasts and gave them a gentle shake. "Let's finish anchoring first, I haven't yet set the snubbers or the alarm, and this is the first time I've not completed the logbook immediately."

She reached again to their juncture. "This might be messy on your seat cushions. We'll need to remember to keep towels handy."

"Swivel around and face me. I'll carry you below to the shower." He scooted to lay flat, she turned on his pintle as smoothly as a balanced rudder, and he sat again to cuddle, then he stood with her and carried her toward the shower.

"I always loved it when Dad carried me piggyback, but this piggyfront is much more exciting. No risk of sliding down." She giggled with delight. "Oh, my God, I love you, Lorne."

They showered and dressed and while Lorne was finishing his anchoring routine, he explained as she watched. "You can do the snubbers the next time."

"You'd let me do that? Nathan didn't allow me to do anything that even hinted of being a man's job, as he called it." She rubbed his back. "Seems to be a simple system. Even a silly girl like me understands it." She giggled.

"No sense doing things awkwardly, keep them simple." As they walked back toward the cockpit, he asked, "It's ten past eleven, which do you prefer, tasting first or the restaurant?"

"Where are they? Their locations and the travel logistics might answer the question for us."

"The restaurant's a few doors along the waterfront from the head of the pier. The first winery's outside Cowichan Bay, Blue Grouse."

"Let's go to Blue Grouse first, then go see Mum and Dad, they're up at the end of the road from there. We could have lunch with them. I'll call and give a warning. We can do dinner in the restaurant."

Lorne's eyes widened as she talked. He stopped and stared at her. "You've always refused to tell me the name of their winery. You said you didn't want to influence my judgement. Mosscrop, I love their wines." He wrapped her in his arms. "Let's forget about Blue Grouse. Call your folks. I haven't been to visit Michael and Rachel yet this year. I love their wines... I love their daughter."