I desperately needed to talk with Kinba. My afternoon monthly review at the hospital shocked me beyond belief. Tooth problems in Albai were horrible and epidemic. Just a touch of fluoride in the water would be inexpensive and prevent the unimaginable pain I was walking around today. Kinba could tell me how we could get the public to go along with this and not think they were being poisoned.
When I knocked on Kinba's door there was no answer. In my enthusiasm, I turned the knob and called her name. Still there was no answer, but straight through her entrance way on the back patio was a beautiful, tiny, dark person with flawless skin flowing slowly and gracefully through Tai Chi like movements. I was spellbound. Only a few art pieces have shown such beauty. The sight was beyond words. The evening sun was setting and long golden rays lit the patio. I now could see this perfection was nude. The body glowed under the afternoon sun. The head had no hair. As the figure moved, I realized the body had no hair at all. I almost did not notice it was a man; he did not see me. But Kinba did.
Kinba came from the back of her apartment; apparently she had been in the bathroom and had not heard my knock or calls. She stood in stark terror; looking at me; too horrified to speak. I was still in awe of her houseguest's glowing body. She recovered enough to say, "Dave, let me ask Tray to go inside and then we need to talk."
"Kinba you have nothing to explain to me. Your life is your own. I consider you my friend and would never pass any judgments. I'm spell bound by the beauty of your guy's physique. That's all."
"That is far from 'all.' Trey's not my guy and I have to trust you. My life and his are now in your hands."
All the beauty vanished into cold reality. I just responded, "Tell me what you mean."
She motioned for me to sit and began a visible personal struggle, "Trey is my nephew. He's been secretly living with me for three years, since the Sultan's decree that women could not work. The women had him trained to be a sex slave for them. Just like Yoni was trained for the men. When the Sultan's decree came down, he ordered that all the slaves for the women be killed. That's when I hid Trey. And that's when Yoni lost a lot of her spark and was just numbly living until you came along. Yoni and Trey had the only fairy tale love affair I have ever seen. Even though they had to service others, they rose above that and often, found ways to be together, many times here in my apartment. A few times I snuck a peak at them. Together, they were amazing."
"So one of the reasons Yoni has perked up is that she gets to see Trey now?"
"I could never risk that. She doesn't know he is alive. He has seen her at a distance but he has promised not to try and see her. Trey is protecting me. If it were just his life, he would risk it in a second to see Yoni."
"Kinba, now I want your help. Yoni has given me so much from satisfying my body to getting this project off the ground and bringing me to you. I want to help her and Trey be together. Even get them out of Albai, if necessary. Yoni wants children so bad. I want to know the two of them have a chance together."
Kinba once again complicated things, "Dave, Yoni was sterilized very young. She doesn't know that. The pills she gets are low dose hormones and vitamins, not birth control like she thinks. Trey doesn't know he has been "fixed" either."
"Well shit, at least we can give them each other."
"There are a lot of risks; are you sure?"
"Come on Kinba, it will be fun to get the youngsters together. Maybe we can watch. We need the excitement. Are you with me?"
"With you around, we definitely do not need any more excitement. But sure, what do you have in mind?"