Still

By Mitchell Jespersen

In an international marriage, bodies meet where minds can't. Akemi and Mitchell's lives vividly on the page. Passion and anguish, dreams will haunt readers of this series about a woman from East Asia who struggles to find herself with her Western husband and without him. In some of the stories, sex is graphic. All are for adults.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mitchell Jespersen
• Release date: May 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476438566

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Still

by M. Jespersen

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Copyright 2012 M. Jespersen

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Here things get a little rough in the recounting. Part of the way I work is to sift through remembered details in search of those most telling. That process can take a while, especially when the events occurred amid turmoil, as was the case that night. Some of the details I've salvaged seem to conflict one with another. You advised including as many as possible, and I'm trying.

All in all, a night neither easily forgotten nor well remembered.

Funny, Akemi said. To have a beach towel out on our livingroom floor, and at that hour.

Akemi and Frank were on the towel, she on top of him in her white bathing suit, fully dressed Frank on his back below her. Akemi liked sports. You could see that earlier as she watched the card game. And that's how she saw this. I wasn't sure, of course. We try to understand the unknown about people in terms of what we already know. Sometimes that's a flawed strategy, but there is no other.

Remember I said that among the guests there could be distinguished two groups. One of them made a move to leave in the middle of this recess. I realized that their objection from the beginning reflected not only boredom but also ethical qualms. These were professionals, after all. The attitude they projected was that this was our home and we were free to behave in it as we pleased but things had gone too far, they no longer wanted to participate.

Funny. Akemi was still laughing with Frank, hand covering mouth (tell me if you've even once seen her use that cute mannerism) while a crowd gathered by the door to discuss their plans for the rest of the night.

Frank, so far as I could make out, didn't find much funny about the towel or the maillot.

Akemi had put on so far from any beach. Nor did I, for