Kim and Caitlin sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and munching on bagels and reading. Sal strolled in from just showering.
"What written word are you girls so engrossed in this morning?" Sal inquired pleasantly. "Look at my bum, Caitlin, it's still red! You are a brute."
"What the hell did you two do to each other last night after I fell asleep?" Kim snapped, a tinge of jealousy in her voice. "And why don't you put something on?"
"Where did you two get those kimono robes?"
"This kimono is called a yukata, Sal. In Japan, the yukata is the most popular daily summer kimono wear. The name 'yukata' comes from the word 'yu' or bath and the word 'katabira' or under-clothing. The 'yukatabira' were worn loosely after bathing. Japanese warriors began wearing them and then everyone when the Japanese public bath became popular. Now they are considered appropriate for almost any occasion. When I investigated the yakuza for my articles in the
Las Vegas Review-Journal
, I took a little trip to Japan, and came back with these. I'll go get you one."
Two minutes later Kim was back. "OK, Sal, which one do you want? "This one is the Koi Yukata with beautiful koi fish detailed in red with white waves, on the black material. The other one is the Shogi Yukata with Japanese kanji symbols on the indigo blue maze background."
Sal reached for the one with the fish and slipped it on.
"And how did I know you liked fish?" Caitlin kidded. To answer your question, I'm reading the newspaper. Listen to this one. This lawyer named David Saxton has been charged with involuntary deviate sexual intercourse, sexual assault, indecent assault and furnishing alcohol to minors. Nine years ago Saxton ran for District Attorney.
"Saxton took this eighteen year old dude out drinking. The unnamed dude was employed by Saxton to work off a debt for legal services rendered. So the unnamed dude passes out on a couch in Saxton's basement only to wake up with his pants open and his cock in Saxton's mouth.
"So the unnamed dude goes home and tells his mother to takes him to the hospital where they do a DNA test which indicates the saliva on the unnamed dude's genitalia belongs to Saxton.
"Caitlin?" Sal asked, "isn't that rape?"
"I guess not. I mean, I'm no lawyer, but unauthorized oral sex must not be considered rape which is why the other charges."
"So," Kim added, "that means you two performing cunnilingus on me last night while I was asleep is no big deal?"
"Get real, Kim," Sal laughed, "like you wouldn't have jumped up begging for more."
"OK, maybe you didn't," Kim continued, "but I know you wanted to. I was reading some articles recently saying that erotic rape fantasy stories may lead to those reading such stories to, well, go out and do it."
"Bullshit, Kim," Caitlin retorted. "If you ever publish the story about Buffalo Hump and Leather Cape raping Emily, would you be concerned that it might provoke someone to go out and commit rape? I know, I know, that story is true, but who could tell the difference? When you publish your book about serial killers, do you think it will influence some to emulate the perpetrators?
"And what about our Lilith who bites off her victim's penis, and in the last murder ripped out a man's heart?" Caitlin began to rant and rage. "If you write a story about her, Kim, will copy-cat mutilating killings result? Sick fucks like Saxton don't want to be held accountable for their actions and want an excuse. Obviously this Saxton, being a lawyer and a past candicate for D.A., knew the possible consequences of his actions. He thought he could get away with it. Same thing with Lilith. She thinks she can get away with it."
Sal began sobbing uncontrollably.
"What's the matter, Sal?" Kim asked as she put her arm around her.
"Oh, Caitlin just struck a raw nerve. Not your fault, girlfriend. It's this Lilith thing and what she did to my father."
"Well, Sal," Caitlin reminded, "at least he is still alive unlike her other boyfriends."
"I know, but still. I think I can better now understand how women who have been raped feel; totally dominated, violated and humiliated. Funny thing, my father probably liked it, other than the blackmail part. He has some rather kinky sexual desires I think, and he sure ain't gonna get my mama to cooperate in that area. She is rather, how should I put it, conservative when it comes to sex. I think her mother told her just to lay on your back and chant, 'Oh Baby! Oh Baby!' I doubt my mother has ever had an orgasm."
"How sad!" Kim said in semi-shock. "But, Sal, you don't seem to have any problems along those lines."
"Yeah, I must take after my father. He really is a good guy, you know. I am, however, afraid that his political career may be going right down the toilet with this Lilith caper."
Just then the ringing doorbell halted the conversation.
Kim peeked out the window. "It's the two guys, Jehovah's Witnesses, who last week dropped off that literature you were reading from last night, Caitlin. You know, about the fallen angels. I'll get rid of them."
"No, no, let them in, Kim," Caitlin urged. "I would like to hear what they have to say."
The two young men, in their early twenties, introduced themselves as David Lamb and Eric Young. Both wore conservative dark suits, white shirts and mostly red ties.
"What are those, your power ties?" Caitlin queried sarcastically.
The two gentlemen and Kim and Sal had little doubt in determining who commanded this meeting. "OK, guys, tell ya what," Caitlin ordered, "you give us your opinion of our singing and we'll give you our opinion of your literature. Deal?" She didn't wait for an answer and motioned them to follow her into the study.
"Who plays the organ?" Caitlin asked as she pointed to the one in the corner.
"I do!" Sal piped up.
"Yes, Sal, I have heard you play the organ; Woody's. No, I suspect one of these two dudes can do just fine."
Eric sat down at the organ and Caitlin leafed through the book of Christian hymns that had been lying on a table nearby. "My girlfriend plays organ at the church they attend," Kim explained.
"OK, here's the one we'll do,
Angel Voices
, which it says here was written to celebrate a new organ at the Church of St. John the Evangelist at Wingate, Lancashire, England, almost a hundred and forty years ago. The words are by Francis Pott and the music by Arthur Sullivan. OK, girls, let's sing it."
"Angel voices, every singing,