Point of View: Hers
This is the second part of a three-part story that describes the same events from three different perspectives. It won't make any sense unless you have first read
Point of View: His.
This is a work of fiction and any similarity to actual persons or events is coincidental.
"Hello, Kyong? It's me Jane. Are you somewhere where you can talk?"
"Yes, I at home."
"It is 7 AM here. What time is it in Korea? Is this a good time to talk?"
"It midnight here. Good time to talk."
"You said you were finally going to tell me why you didn't marry that rich Japanese guy and why you moved back to Korea."
"Ah, yes. I tell you ... how-you-say? 'the all story'."
"The
whole
story."
"Yes, yes, that what I mean:
whole
story. It all happen because I try to keep Bryce from learn about Eric."
"Wait, who is Eric?"
"He is my neighbor when I live in Seattle. He live in apartment down the hall. We used to date a little before I get engaged with Bryce.
"I see, you used to have a relationship with this Eric guy and you didn't want Bryce to know about it."
"Yes. Bryce not know about me with Eric."
"OK, so how close with Eric were you?"
"Not serious. No sex. Just date, but I think Eric in love with me. Is understandable. I beautiful. If it had last longer, he would propose."
"Oh! And would you have married Eric if he had proposed?"
"No. Eric poor man. Drive old car. His family not important in America. He was
common
people."
"I see ... well ... uh ... never mind. Go on with your story."
"Well, if Bryce learn that man living in same building with me used to date me, maybe Bryce not marry me."
"I see. You thought Bryce might be suspicious that it wasn't really over between you and Eric."
"Yes, yes. Bryce he may be sus ... suspik ... what you say?"
"Suspicious."
"Yes, yes,
suspicious.
"
"After Bryce ask me marry him, Bryce come over to my apartment all time. But Eric, he not hide in his apartment! We see Eric many time in hallway, in parking lot!"
"Well, ... uh ... Eric lived there, right? You can't really expect him to hide in his apartment."
"But this he should do! For me! Should not let Bryce see him."
"Gee, Kyong, don't you think that's a little ... well, never mind, just go on with the story. So you and Bryce saw Eric around the building."
"Yes. And Eric, he say 'hello' to me and call me by name. He say 'hello, Kyong' when Bryce there and can hear him."
"So?"
"So Eric should not do this! He should pretend he not know me!"
"Well ... um ... go on."
"Bryce ask me who is he. First, I say Eric just neighbor. Then I think maybe Bryce and Eric pass in hallway when I not there and talk about me. Maybe Eric tell Bryce we date. Maybe he eggerate."
"You mean
exaggerate.
I see, you were afraid Eric might claim to have been intimate with you."
"Yes, Yes. But then I get idea. I make Bryce hate Eric. Then Bryce never talk to Eric."
"How did you get Bryce to hate Eric?"
"I tell Bryce, I say that Eric, he is stalling me."
"Stalling?"
"No. Not stalling,
stacking.
"
"
Stacking
? Eric was
stacking
you? What do you mean?"
"What is word when man follows woman around spying?"
"Oh.
Stalking
!"
"Yes, yes,
stalking.
I tell Bryce 'Eric stalking me'. It work. Bryce hate Eric. Also, I say Eric have imagination, think he have relationship with me. That way, if Eric tell Bryce that he date me, Bryce not believe him."
"Gee, Kyong, maybe you should have just told Bryce the truth and assure him that it was never serious between you and Eric."
"No, no! Bryce be very upset that I date common man. He maybe not marry me then."
"Would Bryce really care that much about the class of a person that you once dated?"
"Yes. Bryce from rich high-class family in Japan, just like my family high-class in Korea."
"I see. So, what happened? Did Bryce find out anyway and cancel the wedding?"
"No. He never find out, but ... other things happen."
"What other things?"
"I tell you what happen. Is all because mailman so stupid. He all the time putting mail in wrong mailbox."
"Um, what does a stupid mailman have to do with—"
"I telling you, Jane!"
"Ok! Ok! Sorry I interrupted. Go ahead."
"One day Bryce at my apartment. Eric come to door. He give me mail. He say mailman put my mail in his box. I try to get him to go away, but suddenly Bryce standing there. Eric say 'how you do' and hold out hand for what you call 'handjerk'."
"Handjerk?"
"Yes. How-you-say? When American meet other American. They grab hands. Lift up down."
"Oh, Handshake."
"Yes,
handshake,
that what I mean. Eric hold out hand for handshake."
"But Bryce hate Eric. He not handshake. He say 'You stalk Kyong. I not handshake you.'"
"What did Eric say to that?"
"Eric very mad. He punch Bryce."
"He punched him!?"
"Yes. He knock Bryce down with punch. I try to stop him, but he very mad. His face red. His eyes scary. He tie Bryce to radiator. He gag Bryce."
"Oh, my God! Didn't Bryce fight back?"
"He try a little, but Bryce not strong. Eric very strong."
"Oh, my! So, then what happened?"
"Eric pick me up. He carry me to bedroom."
"Oh, Kyong! Did he rape you?"
"No. But he very mad. He ask me why Bryce say he stalk me. I explain to him. I ask him please not tell Bryce we had relation. He agree but he want something in exchange."
"What did he want?"
"He say Bryce not respectful. Bryce needs be punished."
"Punished how?"
"He say we go back to living room where Bryce tied up. He say we have sex like before, but we do it in front of Bryce. He say 'I not tell Bryce about us. So Bryce think I forcing you, but you have sex with me just like before.'"
"Wait, I'm confused. You said you only dated Eric. No sex."
"Umm ... well ... Eric and I did do sex one time."
"I see. So
that's
why Bryce might not have married you, if he'd known."
"Yes. That why. If Bryce know I have sex with poor common man, he maybe not marry me."
"And Eric wanted to punish Bryce by having sex with you in front of Bryce."
"Yes."
"But wouldn't that cause Bryce to not marry you, too?"
"He maybe not mind so much if he think it not consensing."
"You mean not
consensual.
"
"Yes, not
consensual.
Eric promise to make it seem like he ordering me, so make it seem like not consensual."
"So what happened? Did you do it in front of Bryce?"
"We go back to living room where Bryce tied up. Then Eric start game. He tell me, 'You take off all clothes! Now!' This is same way our game
Emperor and Peasant Girl
start. I can't believe he make me do this! My fiancée watching! But I kind of scared and Eric is very commanding person. So I do as he say."
"Wait, what is this
Emperor and Peasant Girl
game?"
"Is game we played sometimes. He is emperor and I am peasant. I must obey."
"Sometimes? I thought you two only had sex once."
"Well, um. More than once, but just a few times."
"I see, well go on. He ordered you to strip and you did?"
"Yes. I obey, like peasant girl. Bryce watching. It give me face fire."
"Face fire? What do you mean?"
"Is how we say what you call embarrassed. In Asia we say my face on fire. Means I embarrassed."
"I see. I'll have to remember that: 'face on fire.' Then what happened?"
"Then Eric say, 'Now you kowtow!' I kowtow. This also how we play Emperor game. I call him
Seonsang-nim.
You know this Korean? Means 'honorable master'."
"Why did you call him that? Wasn't he humiliating you?"
"Because is what you call 'habit force'."
"You mean
force of habit
?"
"Yes,
force of habit.
You see, I always call him
Seonsang-nim
when I kowtow to him in Emperor game. Also ..."
"Also what?"
"I not just feel embarrassing. I also feel something else, a little bit."
"What else?"
"Something between legs a little bit. Something good a little bit."
"I see. You felt aroused kowtowing to Eric?"
"Yes. Just like in game."
"I see."
"Then he make me take off his shirt. I take off shirt. I see his chest. Make me feel good a little bit more."
"Really? What was his chest like?"
"Was big wide chest with hair all over it. Those
mi-gooks
are so hairy. You know this Korean?
Mi-gook
means 'American'."
"I see. Well our men are hairier than East Asian men."
"Yes. The hairiness kind of what-you-call sexy. He reminded me of bear. When he screw me, his chest just above my face. I would lift up my face and rub it into all that hair and lick it."
"Lick it?"
"Yes. I would lick his hairy chest. I felt like I was being ravished by an animal. In fact, my nickname for him was
gom-appa.
You know this Korean?
Gom-appa
means 'daddy bear'."
"Really? [giggle] You called him 'Daddy bear'?"
"Yes. He pick me up naked and carry me room to room. Sometimes like baby. But sometimes he throw me over shoulder and carry me. I like that better. It was sexy when he control and domination me."
"You mean
dominated
you?"
"Yes.
Dominated.
Make me very wet. Because he white barbarian and hairy and with broad shoulder make it even better."
"I'm getting the picture. When he made you take off his shirt, you saw his chest and it reminded you of ... your daddy bear games."
"Yes. When I see it, it remind me."
"... of the times you licked it while he made love to you."
"Yes. So when I see his chest it make me feel good between legs again, only little bit more."
"I see. So then what happened?"
"Then we go to couch and he put me on top his lap."
"He made you give him a lap dance?"
"No. Not lap dance. He put me on his lap with ... how-you-say? ... down face."