Note: As always, thank you all for reading and thanks to donalde for beta reading. I also wanted to make a correction for chapter 18. I made Warden Ellis a republican and he should have been a democrat. The south at that time was primarily democratic. A reader was kind enough to email me to inform me of my error- thank you for that.
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Patricia wasn't wearing the lavender gown when Kenji got home. As soon as she heard the car in the driveway, she checked on the kids and ran down the stairs. By the time Kenji had the car in the garage and was at the door leading into the kitchen, she was waiting for him anxious to see his reaction to the newest gown.
When he came in with his bags, Kenji froze. His mouth fell open and he let the bags fall to the floor. The gown was a deep red, but was as sheer as the lavender one. The panties that came with it weren't crotchless, but they were as sheer as the gown. This gown was also much shorter than the others something that Patricia hoped that Kenji would like. He liked to tease her by slowly pulling the gown up and over her legs and thighs as he followed its path with kisses.
"That isn't lavender," was all he could say as he looked her up and down not once but twice.
"You don't like it?" Patricia asked as she did a slow turn modeling for him.
"It is beautiful-you are Kirei," Kenji murmured.
"It was supposed to be part of your Christmas gift, but I decided to give it to you early." Patricia said. "Are you sure that you like it?"
"I like it very much," Kenji replied walking over to her and stroking her arms. "I think that this has become my new favorite."
"They're all your favorites," Patricia replied laughing. "Why don't we take advantage of the fact that you're home early and go upstairs?"
Kenji didn't argue. He gave her a quick kiss and went back for his bags. He didn't trust that Marie would leave them alone-she was as light a sleeper as Niko was a sound one. As much as he wanted to strip and begin making love, he wanted to shower first. He was meticulous in his hand washing at the hospital, but he needed to be sure that he wasn't bringing anything home with him.
"I will be back in ten minutes," he said as he rushed off.
Patricia lay on the bed and waited relishing the happiness that she felt that Kenji was home. He didn't have to be at the hospital until New Year's Day. Instead of planning a party, they had decided to spend New Year's Eve quietly with the kids. As she waited, she thought about Mai and hoped that she got the message that Kenji was off limits. She also hoped that Kenji had gotten into a different group. She neither liked nor trusted Mai. She pushed the thoughts of Mai from her mind and thought about the man in the bathroom wishing that he would hurry. It felt as if he had been gone for much longer than ten minutes.
"What are you thinking about?" Kenji asked when he walked in.
"Nothing important," she replied. "I'm just glad that you're home."
"I am glad to be here- are you sure that there is nothing else?"
"Nothing that I care to talk about right now," Patricia replied. "Are you going to get into bed?"
"I am just enjoying the view," Kenji replied as he stepped out of his slacks and hung them up. He got into the bed with her and held her for several minutes. He couldn't wait to give her the diamond ring and to show her the floor plans for the homes that he thought that she would like. His goal was within reach. In less than two years he would be done with school and preparing for boards. He had already started. He took a portion of each evening to study.
"What are you thinking about?" Patricia asked as she pinched a nipple and then kissed it.
"I will tell you later," Kenji replied. I like what you are doing."
Patricia took the nipple inter her mouth and sucked on it. Kenji lay still and let her play only stopping her when her hand reached his waist.
"I want the first touch to be from being inside of you."
Patricia lay back and waited expectantly. After looking at her for a few minutes, Kenji began to take the gown off of her starting with the thin straps. He took his time removing the gown exploring her body with his mouth as if it was the first time that he was seeing and touching it. He toyed with her nipples as he kissed the sweet spot behind her ear.
"That feels good," Patricia breathed and moved against him. It still amazed her that after almost eight years of marriage that they still enjoyed making love. When she was finally naked, Kenji did a quick check to make sure that the diaphragm was properly placed. As he slid his long fingers inside of her, Patricia cried out and then moaned as he deliberately brushed his fingers across her clit.
Satisfied that it was in place, Kenji pulled Patricia on top of him. He wanted to be able to suck on her nipples while he was inside of her. He bit his lip to hold back a moan as Patricia slowly but surely impaled herself on him. Instead of lying still for a moment as he usually did, he began to thrust into her as he reached down and fingered her nub.
"Kenji..." was all Patricia got out before she came with Kenji following her a few thrusts later. She laid her head on his chest and caught her breath. Kenji rolled to his side holding her close.
"Tell me about your week..." he said kissing her sweaty forehead.
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Mai was having second thoughts about mailing the letter but it was too late. It was done. In retrospect, she realized that she should have called. She thought about writing a letter telling Shotaro to disregard the first one and decided that it didn't matter. He would disregard the letter anyway. She looked at the clock and grimaced. In four more hours, she would be at her sister's home and under the critical scrutiny of her father.
She didn't understand it. She didn't understand Kenji. What was it that made him so different? What made him brave enough to go against everything that he had been taught to believe? What made Patricia so different that she also went against her family and popular opinion? Why was she herself so afraid to defy her father? It was more than because of the money issue- she was afraid of him. But surely Patricia had been afraid too... Kenji had gone to the camps and then there was the rampant racism against all things Asian whether they were Japanese or not. The Korean War certainly wasn't helping things-but it could have been worse. They could all be locked away again.
Her questions didn't stop Mai from wanting Kenji. Instead it made him all the more appealing to her. Vera and then Ani's warnings came to mind. She knew that they were right but still her interest was piqued. What did the black woman have that a Japanese woman didn't? She could almost understand a passing curiosity. She could even understand him sleeping with her to satisfy that curiosity but he had married her. He loved her, but what could they possibly have in common? Culturally they had to be worlds apart and she found it hard to believe that Patricia was anywhere near Kenji's intellect which brought to mind their children. How intelligent were they? Were they of average intelligence or were they fortunate enough to have inherited their father's intellect?
Mai spent the rest of the morning trying to understand Kenji and Patricia's relationship and why she couldn't seem to let it go. She couldn't seem to make herself accept the fact that Kenji was unavailable or that he was truly happy with the black woman. He had come to represent something to her-freedom. With someone like him, she would be able to walk away from her father. Patricia and the children on the other hand were nothing more than obstacles to be pushed aside. She wondered about Kenji's family. How had they accepted what he had done? If they were anything like her father, they probably disowned him.
The clanging of the alarm clock brought her back to reality. She sighed as she got up from the small bed and began to gather her things. The one thing that her father didn't tolerate was lateness no matter the reason. As she packed she tried to clear her mind of thoughts of Kenji. No good could come of it and Ani would be watching her as well as her father would be.
She was dressed and ready by nine and in the lobby by nine fifteen. Her father was walking through the door by nine- twenty with a scowl on his face. "Now what?" Mai thought to herself. Instead of greeting her, her father took her bags and walked out fully expecting her to follow him. Mai hurried behind him wondering what the problem was, but she knew better than to ask. He would tell her in his own good time and not before.
The drive to Ani's house was uncomfortably silent. Mai stole little glances at her father trying to read him. They arrived at the house; he got out without speaking and took her bags in. Mai followed him in, looked at Ani with a question in her eyes and was rewarded by Ani looking away.
"You and I must talk," her father said coldly as he handed her bags to her.
