Page 17 of A Dom Vs. Domme Story
“You are worried,” she says in the back of another taxi. “Your hands are shaking.”
I had no idea that anything was shaking. I’ve received another text from Valerie confirming that she still hasn’t heard from her boss. Eva hasn’t gotten back to me, but I now know that it’s the middle of the night back home. If she’s up, she’s probably ignoring her phone in favor of fun things, like smothering her hot girlfriend or partying with our friends.
“Of course I’m worried. My boyfriend is missing.”
Junri clears her throat. “I thought I read in the papers that he’s your fiancé?”
Whhhyyy is she bringing that up? “That’s up in the air. We aren’t officially engaged.”
“Sou desu ka…”
“I mean, you’d be upset too if your boyfriend went missing.”
“If I had one, I’m sure I would be, but I get the sentiment.”
Wait, what? “Wasn’t that your boyfriend back at the restaurant?”
She sighs, as if the weight of more than her family’s business rests upon her shoulders. (Don’t I know what that feels like!) “That was not a man.”
Oh.
Oh…
Oh.
God damnit, I have no gaydar, even though I’m best friends with one of the biggest butches in America. Something that Evalovesto point out every time she gets to tell me some woman is a lesbian and it’s obvious to everyone but me.
Now I have something to distract me from my fears. Because wasn’t I admiring thatman?Not the first time I’ve been attracted to a woman…
“Sorry,” I say. “Didn’t realize.”
“I’m sure she would be relieved. She likes it when people thinks she’s a man.”
I have no idea what to make of that.
“That said,” Junri continues, “there was a time a couple of years ago when she became very sick and ended up in the hospital. I was so, how do you say… freaked out? Yes? I was so freaked out I flew down here from Sapporo to see her. They said it was her, uh, the thing in your stomach.”
“Thing in her stomach?” Gall stones? Kidney stones? Ectopic pregnancy?
Junri curls her hand into a fist as she struggles to think of the word in English. “We say themouchouin Japanese. It is useless and makes people sick, so they take it out.”
“Oh, appendix?”
“Yes, yes, appendix. Anyway, it made her very sick and she almost died. I was very upset, because we are not married, and in Japan you cannot see people that are almost dying in the hospital unless you are married.”
Isn’t it the same in America? Although, someone as rich and important as Junri should have been able to weasel her way in, anyway. We do it all the time back home. Oh, not allowed to see a patient because we’re not related? Didn’t they know we / my father / I was responsible for so much of the funding in this establishment? Exactly.
“Mr. Mathers is probably okay, but we will find him.”
“If he is okay and had the power to contact me, you’ll have to call the police on me.” I joke, but God fucking hell!
My companion nods. “I know that feeling well.”
We ride the rest of the way in silence. A silence that rips me apart because it means my phone never rings or buzzes with good news. Or bad, for that matter. No news at all. At this point I’d even take the bad.
