Hiro was lying on his back in the dark. Silently, he slowly took Tina’s hand and laid it over his groin. His tiny little cock was shriveled down to the size of a walnut, and felt to Tina like lukewarm gelatin. Knowing what was expected of her, Tina began attempting to stroke and tease his sticky flesh into manhood. She leaned over him and took him into her mouth. Because Hiro thought oral sex was totally disgusting (unless Tina was going down on him), she hated his expectation and unspoken command for her to service him in that way, but did her job in spite of her resentment. Soon, Hiro responded, and grew hard, although he never would be huge.
Hiro pushed Tina out of his lap and pushed her back onto her back, flopping down on top of her and pushing her knees apart with his. He brushed his body against hers, but couldn’t find her heavenly gate. He grasped at himself with his hand and tried to ram between Tina’s open legs, but he was soft once again, so he rolled off of her and began to stoke himself with renewed energy. This time, Tina’s deep sigh escaped her, but she felt guilty, because after all, she had helped herself earlier. She waited patiently for him to come back.
Still saying nothing at all, Hiro continued to grasp and grope at himself until finally he erupted, grabbed a tissue from the box near his head and began to clean himself up. Tina knew it was over for the night. She certainly wasn’t going to be the first one to speak, even to say good night, especially when what she was thinking was more along the lines of "What in the hell was that?" She got out of bed and went downstairs, just to get away. About halfway down, she knew she was being unusually cold, after all, she had been putting up with the same kind of scenarios for the past several years. Hiro was not the lover after marriage that he had been before, when he had gone out of his way to pay attention during their sexual encounters. For Hiro, the hunt and the chase had been far more satisfying than the capture. Tina walked through the dark house to the kitchen and got a glass of water, as though it could be some kind of excuse for walking out on Hiro. She did love him, but just now, her frustration was getting the best of her. She stood at the sink in the unlit kitchen, sipping the water, saddened by the awareness that she had chosen a lifetime diet of tofu when she could have had the kind of buffet she had experienced while in the US on vacation. "Next year will come before I know it, and I can have another exquisite week with Tony," she thought. "If I’m not careful, Hiro will know by my behavior that I cheated on him."
Tina dumped the rest of her water down the drain and returned through the gloomy house to the bedroom, where Hiro was snoring soundly. She climbed into the bed next to him, and vowed to try to be more understanding, more accommodating, and less selfish. She closed her eyes and pulled up the memories of what it had been like to sleep next to Tony. She turned onto her side, and cupped her palm on her breast as Tony had done, and fell asleep dreaming of him.
