Free Mya

20: A meal, a ceremony, some knickers, talk of patents

Mya Plans a Most Important Meal

The great day arrived and Daniel arrived. I don't know if he had dressed up especially, but he was wearing a shirt with buttons. Not a T-shirt. It was a nice shade of blue-green. I had not seen him wear it before. Daniel was alway good to look at, very slim, pretty face, lovely eyes in an unusual colour, lots of pretty hair, just a little bit wavy. But Daniel in pretty, bright colours was even better.

After we ate, we drank wine.

We talked about Topaz.

"Last week she was planning to be a princess, but this week she wants to be a ballerina."

"She cannot make her mind up," he said.

"Not like her mother wanting to work on an Annabel farm and make windmills."

"I'm very proud of both of you."

I kissed him and I thought he liked that. We were lying on cushions. I moved the wine glasses and bottle out of the way and kissed him again.

For a moment, I thought everything was going right. He was almost lying on top of me and he was kissing me. Then he got up and limped away.

I felt upset, until I realised that I had not heard the front door shut behind him. I found him cleaning his teeth with a spare toothbrush that had been in the cupboard.

"I'm staying the night. I think you've drunk far too much. I want to be here in case you feel ill."

"I hardly drank anything. You drank more of the wine than I did."

"I'm more used to alcohol than you are. You're clearly not used to drinking."

"Stay if you want."  I pretended not to care.

"I'm staying in the spare room," he told me.

I picked up my toothbrush.

"Don't forget to clean the gaps between them. And scrape the germs off your tongue. And rinse out your mouth."

Honestly! Anyone would think he was intending to kiss Mya!

"I know how what to do. Mya can work a complexated toothbrush."

Our teeth were clean, all 59 of them. (Daniel has three wisdom teeth, because he is wise.)

It was time for me to move to the second part of my plan.

Daniel was reading in the spare bed. I lay down next to him.

"I'm cold. Please make me warm again."

"Get out of this bed. Fetch yourself a hot water bottle. Or maybe put on a thicker nightdress.

"No. Kiss me, Daniel. Kiss, kiss, kiss."

"No. Go away."

"I won't."

He took off his reading glasses and put away his book.

"You sound angry."

"Of course I'm angry. All my life, my parents and everyone else said that my husband wouldn't want a wife who behaved like a szleksaya. Told me that I should not be enthusiastic when I was with my husband. You tell me that's wrong. Then the first time I ask you for sex, you turn away in disgust. Just like everyone said you would."

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

"What?"

He sat up and unfastened his nice green-blue shirt.