Part 14 – Dinner and Kisses
September 20th 2006 06:02
I didn’t know what to do with Re. He insisted he was quite comfortable to go out in what he was wearing. I told him it wasn’t acceptable and suggested he at least take off the wig and wash his face. He said he wasn’t wearing a wig. No matter what I said or how hard I tried I couldn’t convince him that his current look was inappropriate. Eventually I gave up and decided to give him a lift home as he was. It was night again, I’m sure no one would see from a distance that he wasn’t a woman.
“Where do you live?” I asked.
He avoided the question, “Did you say you had something to eat? I am starving. I think, considering you’ve kept me locked up without cause, you could get me something to eat.”
“Yes, you’re right, of course.” I couldn’t see how that was going to work. There was no food in the office and I didn’t really want to take him out in public. There was nowhere to go that he wouldn’t stand out. Or was there?
“How do you feel about a pie floater?” I asked.
-o0o-
After some cajoling I managed to get Re to put on a blindfold. The location of our office was a secret and I didn’t want some strange person finding out and telling the world. I got him to the car and we were quickly off to Woolloomooloo and Harry’s Café De Wheels.
Everyone was welcome at Harry’s, the little pie cart just down the hill from Kings Cross. Most nights it got busy with all types coming in for a quick bite and to be seen. Famous people visited regularly, the navy boys from the dock often came up for a night and the working girls and boys were always welcome. It was dark and Re could blend in with the crowd of beautiful people.
“This is the most fantastic thing I have ever eaten,” Re was happy with his meal. “Do you always eat food like this? It’s got flavour, it smells delicious and it fills my tummy with warmth and splendour!”
“I don’t often come here for a pie but I guess this is a staple for most locals,” We’d returned to my car to eat. “Have you never had a pie before?”
“No, well … that is … you see the mushy brown stuff in the middle? Where I come from we eat lots of food like that, but it’s been recycled so many times you can’t enjoy it.”
“Recycled?”
“Yes, of course. We have to recycle our food. You can’t keep eating the same stuff again and again and have it come out of thin air; it’s got to come from somewhere.”
I wondered if perhaps Re had grown up in the country, on a farm. No other explanation made sense.
“I guess you’re right,” I looked up at the sky, it was a clear night. “So where are you from Mr Re? Orange? Wagga Wagga?”
He followed my gaze, “I’m sorry, don’t know your galaxy well enough to spot individual systems, but I’m pretty sure I’m not from near either of those places.”
Was this guy for real? “What do you mean you don’t know the galaxy? No one knows the galaxy. I was talking about places in the country. Did you grow up on a farm?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought…” he stopped talking and looked at me. “You don’t want to know what I thought. It was nonsense.”
“It’s ok; I don’t need to know where you grew up.”
“It is beautiful here,” Re said softly.
“Yes,” I agreed.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered.
That was a surprise. I had a second or two to wonder if he meant it because he wanted to look like me or wanted to kiss me, then he kissed me.
Wow!
I’d been kissed before. Lots of times, lots of guys, but I’d never been kissed by a man dressed as a woman who refused to get changed to go out in public so we could eat at a normal restaurant instead of having to sit next to each other in the front seat of my car and eat pies.
This was not a date! He was a freakish weirdo who didn’t know where Orange was and he tasted a bit like mint, and a bit like mushy peas, and his lips were soft and gentle. Was this what it was like kissing a woman? No, no, no. His heaving breath blowing in my ear and his stubble stinging my face and his hard firm body pressed against mine told me that, despite initial appearances, this person was ALL man.
Reluctantly we let the kiss end. I removed myself from his embrace and started the car. “Time to get you home,” I said.
“I don’t want to go home, I love you!”
“Where do you live?” I asked.
He avoided the question, “Did you say you had something to eat? I am starving. I think, considering you’ve kept me locked up without cause, you could get me something to eat.”
“Yes, you’re right, of course.” I couldn’t see how that was going to work. There was no food in the office and I didn’t really want to take him out in public. There was nowhere to go that he wouldn’t stand out. Or was there?
“How do you feel about a pie floater?” I asked.
-o0o-
After some cajoling I managed to get Re to put on a blindfold. The location of our office was a secret and I didn’t want some strange person finding out and telling the world. I got him to the car and we were quickly off to Woolloomooloo and Harry’s Café De Wheels.
Everyone was welcome at Harry’s, the little pie cart just down the hill from Kings Cross. Most nights it got busy with all types coming in for a quick bite and to be seen. Famous people visited regularly, the navy boys from the dock often came up for a night and the working girls and boys were always welcome. It was dark and Re could blend in with the crowd of beautiful people.
“This is the most fantastic thing I have ever eaten,” Re was happy with his meal. “Do you always eat food like this? It’s got flavour, it smells delicious and it fills my tummy with warmth and splendour!”
“I don’t often come here for a pie but I guess this is a staple for most locals,” We’d returned to my car to eat. “Have you never had a pie before?”
“No, well … that is … you see the mushy brown stuff in the middle? Where I come from we eat lots of food like that, but it’s been recycled so many times you can’t enjoy it.”
“Recycled?”
“Yes, of course. We have to recycle our food. You can’t keep eating the same stuff again and again and have it come out of thin air; it’s got to come from somewhere.”
I wondered if perhaps Re had grown up in the country, on a farm. No other explanation made sense.
“I guess you’re right,” I looked up at the sky, it was a clear night. “So where are you from Mr Re? Orange? Wagga Wagga?”
He followed my gaze, “I’m sorry, don’t know your galaxy well enough to spot individual systems, but I’m pretty sure I’m not from near either of those places.”
Was this guy for real? “What do you mean you don’t know the galaxy? No one knows the galaxy. I was talking about places in the country. Did you grow up on a farm?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought…” he stopped talking and looked at me. “You don’t want to know what I thought. It was nonsense.”
“It’s ok; I don’t need to know where you grew up.”
“It is beautiful here,” Re said softly.
“Yes,” I agreed.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered.
That was a surprise. I had a second or two to wonder if he meant it because he wanted to look like me or wanted to kiss me, then he kissed me.
Wow!
I’d been kissed before. Lots of times, lots of guys, but I’d never been kissed by a man dressed as a woman who refused to get changed to go out in public so we could eat at a normal restaurant instead of having to sit next to each other in the front seat of my car and eat pies.
This was not a date! He was a freakish weirdo who didn’t know where Orange was and he tasted a bit like mint, and a bit like mushy peas, and his lips were soft and gentle. Was this what it was like kissing a woman? No, no, no. His heaving breath blowing in my ear and his stubble stinging my face and his hard firm body pressed against mine told me that, despite initial appearances, this person was ALL man.
Reluctantly we let the kiss end. I removed myself from his embrace and started the car. “Time to get you home,” I said.
“I don’t want to go home, I love you!”
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