A Novel
A Story of Life, Love, and Death, in a Restrictive Society.
Chapter Three
The Wedding Night! (Yes, it finally happened.) She was driving him insane. They were both naked and in bed. She was beautiful beyond belief, and he could not get her to stop crying.
Why was she crying? Neither of them knew why. She did not want to talk to any of her relatives, because they would think she was insane, which she told him she was not.
"Abraham, you are an idiot. All night, and all day, who begged you to get into bed? Here I am, available to you, and I put on a crying act, that turned you into a marshmallow. You should have turned me over, stuffed my face into the pillow, and taken me by force. It would not have been fun for me, but it would have served me right. I taunted you all day long, and begged for it, and when it was time, I cried, like a colicky baby.
You tried everything to get me to stop crying, but it did not work, and I refused to turn it off. I cried for hours on end, until the sun finally came up. If I was an enemy, across the battlefield, you would have opened fire, and leveled the entire area. I am your wife, I want to be treated like a woman, not like a ragdoll, but as an equal in every way. You want me to discuss your problems with you, I want to discuss mine with you. Most of my problems are going to be between your legs. You had better deliver, husband, or Geneva will have to have a convention just for us."
"I will not go to Geneva for marriage counseling. It is too cold there, I will go to the Seychelles, or the Marshall Islands, where there are clothing optional beaches, for couples, who are having marriage problems, to work them out, but at Geneva, you must wear parkers 10 months out of the year, and I will not do it."
"I see you are putting restrictions on my travel movements already. I will get back to you on that. Are you going to give me my own aircraft?"
"Absolutely not! You will fly coach, like every other beggar."
"Do you know the ashtray that you are so proud of? The one that was given to you for bravery on the field of battle, against the Egyptians? I have a feeling it is going to fall very soon. It is going to break into a thousand pieces, and all you will have left is the memory of it."
"Little Girl, you do not smoke, and have no need to be near my ashtrays. In all the years, I have collected them, I have never had one break. If you are the genius that breaks one, I will have to join the ranks of husbands' who takes his wife's head off on the first days of their marriage."
"Is that before, or after, he takes her virtue?"
"Honestly, my dear, I do not give a damn."
"I know I heard that line before."
"Watch the movie, "Gone with The Wind. Clark Gable will say those words for you, at the very end."
"I would have to watch the entire movie, just to see the ending?"
"If you want to know why he said them to Vivien Leigh, 'YES, YOU DO!'."
"Set the scene for me, and just tell me what happens."
"No."
"Abraham, you are frustrating."
"Hafsa, I am in a hotel room, on my honeymoon night, with my wife and I both naked. Instead of being in bed fucking our brains out, we are standing around, having a conversation, and you say I am frustrating?"
"Are you saying I am keeping us from getting into bed?"
"Hafsa, get into bed."
She looked at the oversized king bed and shuddered. All her bravado had left her, and all her fears were upfront. She said, "Can we discuss the Persian Constitution first?"
"No."
"Somehow, I knew you were going to say that."
"Hafsa, how can you walk around a room, naked, and be afraid to be in bed with me?"
"My mother tells me this all the time, I am crazy."
"Come to me, and I will help you."
She did, and he took her into his arms, and nibbled on her ear.
"Hey, that is cheating."
Abraham replied, "If you think that was bad, how about this?"
His thumb invaded her anus.
She did not seem to mind his invasion of her bottom. She stared into his eyes disapprovingly, but did not order him to leave it.
"Now that I have you in our bed, would you like to fool around, or just start having sex?"
"What is the difference?"
"Baby, I am so going to enjoy teaching you about sex. Hold onto your socks, because we are about to begin."
"Abraham, I am not wearing socks."
"In a few moments time, you will wish you were."
Those were the last words he spoke to her, as he began his impassioned attack on her body. He started at her neck, went for her ears, nose, mouth, back to her neck, down to her chest, her breasts, down to her navel, and abdomen.
She was totally lit up, and waiting for him to attack her center, when he made a detour. He was right at her pubic ridge, when he went down her left leg. He was so frustrating. It was not that it was bad, it was not what she wanted, and what she wanted, was not this.
Her fists were clutching the sheets, as he began sucking on her toes. This was new and interesting, but she did not need new and interesting right now she needed intensity. Her left hand released the sheet, and moved to her vagina. She spread her swollen lips, rubbed her fingers in the flowing moisture, and was about to penetrate herself, when he grabbed her wrist.