Walking was something she forced herself to do, not because she hated to, quite the contrary, she just hated dragging herself away from the computer, from him. Once she hit the footpaths though, her mind could expand to all kinds of fantasy, she could indulge herself with images of her and Yatish together.
She would imagine how her world would seem through his eyes and take herself back to Mumbai or Bombay as it was known then, sixteen years earlier when she was twenty four, a time when she could abuse her body without consequence and when a simple, lingering glance at a the opposite sex was enough to spark desire. She remembered driving from the airport in a taxi, there were too many cars for the road it seemed. Not like traffic jams she had been in on the motor ways in England, where one would sit in orderly lines and crawl forward at a snails pace, this was chaos. Were there any lines in the road designating lanes, she wondered? It didn't seem like it, it didn’t seem like there was any order at all, it felt like cattle stampeding forward, every man, bus, rickshaw, taxicab and bicyclist for himself.
Sitting in the cab with Yatish though she felt safe, she felt like a queen and he her protector. He could sense her anxiety and while he could not physically embrace her he whispered in her ear “come hide under my wing”, she softly smiled at him and mouthed, thank you.
Wow, her whole life she had wondered where her knight was, yuck, she thought, too sappy? “OK, I need to make him a little more real than this”, she thinks aloud. But hadn’t he really said that to her? Yes she remembered, while her husband yelling in the background to get off her ass and do something, she told him “I am having a fight with my husband”, “you need to go”? he asked, “No, I would prefer to pretend he wasn’t here at all” she said truthfully, “Then come hide under my wing, Jaan”
She sighs, how did Yatish know just what to say or do? she asked herself. One moment he was slamming her against the wet tile in the shower sucking and biting intensely on her nipples, grabbing her wrists tightly and fucking her hard, the next he was cradling her in his arms and kissing the tears away from her eyes, “dunna you cry, our love deserves no tears” he would say.
Maybe he was a figment of her imagination, no really, she thought what if none of it was real? She knew that someone, somewhere was showering her with love over cyber space. But what if she had in a future life regressed back to her current one through hypnosis, and been so sad about her past lonely self that she had actually invented herself a lover, a clone of herself only the opposite sex or a hologram. Someone who would not interfere with her destiny, he would be a world away in India, how exotic, of course she would invent herself an Indian, his black hair and dark skin, playful yet mysterious, exotic and of course erotic. The word erotic makes her tingle, she wants to see him, to be with him right now. She stops in her tracks and leans her back on a nearby tree, closing her eyes she grabs her breasts. “Oh Yatish” she beseeches “where are you”?
She continues to figure out how she could have invented him, she had heard his voice he had just the day before sent her a recorded message, she was pleasantly surprised, his voice was deep and raspy, he sounded slightly nervous, that’s good, it’s not a game, she thought, his feelings for her like her own are true. So perhaps in the future it is possible to clone oneself while crafting the person you wish for. Handsome but not too good looking, would not want to date anyone prettier than oneself, check... OK, but what about personality? If he is a clone he is therefore the same, is it possible to adjust that? And how would her future self give him a past that he could speak of? And what a past yatish had had. She gasps yes not unlike her own.
Her head is beginning to ache, this was stuff even Einstein hadn’t yet figured out and she was no Einstein, would run the idea past Yatish when she returned home she thought, she considers him to be much smarter than herself, aha another flaw in the clone theory. Betty picks up the pace, she has been gone sufficiently long enough, he must be missing her by now and will be convinced by her having a real life. Not to mention she was feeling extremely horny and the entire day her only thrill was grabbing her tits under an oak tree.
She arrives at the house not quite sprinting, not wanting to draw attention to the urgent need to go online and see her cyber lover, she opens up her chat window and her heart sinks he is away, no green light smiling at her to talk, not even an orange one telling her to come wake him, she sighs, then she notices her mail, he has sent her an e-mail. This she needs to savor, his e-mails are never as frequent as hers, but always beautifully written. She fixes herself a cup of coffee, kicks her hiking boots off, then sits and begins to read;
Dear Betty Jaan, it has come to my notice that you have officially created a li'l bit of a storm inside my head. This has resulted in an inability to even think straight. If this continues, i'm afraid i'm going to have to abduct you and keep you as my personal muse and eat you in little pieces for the rest of my life. I pray that you take this complaint seriously and prepare yourself for an onslaught ofribbons. Your nipples will never be the same again and your knees willbecome perfect strangers to each other. Hope you are ready for theconsequences.
Betty is beside herself, WOW, did he just write that to me? She thinks, spinning herself around like a teenager being asked out on a first date by her her high school crush, it takes every bit of restraint to not run out of the house skipping and screaming with joy, if she could she would share his letter with all the people dearest to her, then she thinks for a moment, he is magic, any man who can make her feel this way must be magic and this she did not need to share with a living soul, he must be kept for her and her alone.
She starts to feverishly type a response to him; My Dearest Yatish Jaan, WHERE ARE YOU? I came back from my walk, I read your e-mail, Oh Yatish please come back to me soon, I miss you.
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