A Final Goodbye

Which evening? the evening of your nuptials? in the lodging?”

Qui put her hands over her face. Her cheeks were changing so much in color that it was difficult to discern whether she was frightened, humiliated, or both.

Dejah came back with my tea and pastries before I could comfort her. I made the decision to tend to my libation and give her time to gather herself.

After a long while, she raised her head and gingerly started to talk, most of the time turning her head away.

Yes, that happened at the hotel that evening. You know, we would never really…

What? I was astonished. Her speech was halting, so it was simple to interrupt. “You two have never had an intimate relationship????(I had a regrettable wave of hopelessness. How horrifying to covertly want their suffering for my own gain?)

“No, no, no — of course we’ve had personal relations. But not in that manner. That was something we wanted to keep. But we pretty much covered everything else. At least he did, I suppose.

Trying to keep up with every new discovery, my brain was spinning.

I was hesitating now, saying, “You’re probably going to have to explain that a little further.” “You know, to prevent me from speculating too much.”

Do not misunderstand me. Chi is a very passionate, kind, and patient partner. He made me aware of aspects of my body that I would not have learned on my own. What he could accomplish with my clit.

“All right,” I said in a haste to calm her. “I think it would be best to keep this between the two of us on the QT.”

The things he could do with his tongue. I mean, my fingers are one thing, and lord knows I’ve spent plenty of time there, but his tongue, the way he rolled my clit with it, sucking & licking, slipping between my labia..,” she said, nodding.

I wanted to bury my head because I was starting to feel ashamed. However, the instruction could come in handy later.

Did I ever tell you, too? He located my G! I looked everywhere, but I had never been able to locate my G. I was starting to think it was simply a story passed down from old women. However, he located it. How could he have missed it?

Her voice was starting to raise once again, and I could feel the workers and customers surrounding becoming uneasy as well.

She lowered her voice once more as she leaned back in. “Part of it was due in large part to our intense love relationship. We could spend hours lying there, enfolding one other in our conversation. Taking in the lights and their reflections dancing across the waterways while strolling down the riverbank on a stunning moonlight night while holding hands.

“Hell, we even made watching a movie while eating popcorn in our sweats romantic.” She’d slid back in her chair and her voice could be heard all over the restaurant. People were starting to look at each other.

I said in a low voice, leaning in as far as I could, “Okay, that’s wonderful. What then transpired? What went incorrectly?”

It was difficult to believe we didn’t kiss when she moved her face so near to mine over the table after seeing the looks and taking the suggestion. My heart was thumping a million beats per minute. I did all I could to keep my cool.

“Well, throughout the whole ordeal, he kept seeing me in my underwear. But before that evening, he had never ever undressed himself.

“And?”

With a furious shake of her head in shock, she buried her face in her hands and blurted, “He has three nipples!”

That really took me off guard; in fact, I had to blink a few times to get used to this new knowledge. I was completely lost as I tried to recollect all of those moments spent in the changing room. After all, it would be difficult to overlook a third nipple. I couldn’t, however, remember ever seeing one on anybody, much less Chi.

In an attempt to make sense of things, I said, “So, he has a mole on his stomach, chest, or somewhere else?”

“No!She cried out, clearly upset with me at this point. “Not a mollusk! Not on his stomach, not on his chest, nor anyplace else! Between his legs, that is!”

I now had to recline and tilt my head back while trying to process this torrent of unexpected personal information.

“So, was his penis smaller than you anticipated?The words seemed to spread out in front of me, completely bewildered by what I was saying.

This time, she sobbed angrily and buried her head in her arms on the table, saying, “I laughed at it…, at him! As we lay in bed in the honeymoon room, I couldn’t help but giggle and point.

“I assume that wasn’t warmly received?I ventured a guess.

With a pout on her lips and tears running down her cheeks, she slammed back into the chair. “I gave him the name Nip! I called him “Nip, Nip, Nip, Nip, Nip!” despite the fact that I could see it upset him.I made it into a melody!She cried out.

We sat there for a long time, me being completely stunned and her weeping.

At last, I was able to say, “So what happened then?”

She said, slouching in despair and giving in to the narrative, “We fled. Not even did we check out. didn’t steal our belongings. He didn’t take anything, even though I grabbed a few items. He moved into the guest room when we went home, took some items out of our bedroom, and I haven’t seen or heard from him since.

Once again, as I attempted to sort them out, the sentences appeared to stretch and dangle in midair. “That was a week ago.” He had to go outside, right, to grab something to eat, drink, or use the restroom, right?”

“It has a separate bathroom. I’m not sure; maybe he sneaks out to get food when I’m sleeping. However, I have a good feeling he’s still inside.

“So, what will you do now?I enquired. “How will you resolve this?”

“I’m not sure.”

When she spoke again, her face became completely colorless and her eyes vacant.

“I’m not sure I really want to.”

Like a gymnast on acid, my heart started to twist and churn as it simultaneously struggled with sneaky joy, revulsion, and sorrow.

“What are you trying to say?I took a chance.

Even when completely excited, it could hardly have been more than four inches! When it was just the two of us girls, it was our joke. You weren’t supposed to consider those who were four inches tall to be guys! Not much more than young lads.

“And then,” she went on, “it was tucked so far back in his scrotum you could have easily mistaken it for a nipple — or a clitoris, & the ball sacks no more than the rest of a vulva, and when it deflated, as you can probably guess it most certainly did.” Just another clit. I did not sign up for it.

I couldn’t help but think of Stormy Daniels as she turned away and glanced out the window, gazing out into the distance. She said, “No, it was more like three inches,” in response to the Don’s assertion that he wouldn’t have touched her with a ten-foot pole. At least Qui was giving Chi more credit than that.