It was Keiko’s birthday yesterday, and I sent her a few warm words of congratulation by electronic mail. I also said I hoped she was well. Fearing her knee-jerk dismissal, I refrained from saying anything superfluous. She found my message soon after I sent it, and she called me on my mobile phone to thank me. As my phone was turned off, she left a brief but warm message. I found it only today, and I called her back immediately. She told me she was going to Tokyo tomorrow, but that she would return to London in a couple of weeks. I asked her to get in touch with me by electronic mail or phone whenever she wished, but she told me she would not. Any communication between us was out of the question. Denying that there was anything lasting between us, she wanted to forget about me. In fact, she claimed she already had forgotten about me. The end of story. Period. I did not have the heart to remind her of the fact that we had just gotten in touch after so many months of utter silence. Besides, there is no sense in arguing with Keiko. As I well know from experience, only an unyielding embrace can persuade her. My tender mule.

Addendum (December 28, 2000)

Early this morning Keiko sent me an electronic-mail message, which she wrote while waiting for a taxi to take her to Heathrow. She repeated her usual complaints, insisting that she does not want to have anything, including friendship, with a married man. She also admonished me to love my wife rather than chase women who can expect little from me. And so on. But her message was still warm, perhaps warmer than she intended it to be. It could not but remind me of the way I used to get her aroused. After a meal or a long talk, I would suddenly approach her, embrace her, and start kissing her neck. Holding her tight, I would reach for her breasts and begin rubbing her nipples. The longer we were together, the harder I rubbed them. A moment later I would grab her by the crotch and squeeze her hard, ever harder. Then I would lift her upper garment and take one of her nipples in my mouth. Her resistance would cease as soon as I would begin sucking her breasts and biting her nipples. The longer we were together, the harder I bit her. By the time I would pull her pants down and bite her clit, she would be limp. Still, a moment of hesitation would be enough for her to pull down her shirt or pull up her pants and try to wriggle away. I had to move quickly, decisively. Once she was naked, I would ram my prick into her. Putting on the condom would be a bit awkward at this stage, but she was usually unable to resist me once she was naked. And then she would be mine until she would be fully sated. She would close her eyes, open her mouth, and fuck me with incredible zeal. Keiko was truly divine between the sheets. God, it is time to end this story and give myself a few firm strokes…