It was probably four days until I allowed
anyone but Lisa near me, or into my apartments on the top floor of the tower.
She had finally gained my permission to enter, by coming to the door at the top
of the stairs the morning after I'd locked myself in, and remained there,
alone, and knocked on my door softly every hour until I finally opened my door
to her.
The sight that greeted my eyes when I did
open the door was enough to bring tears to the eyes of all but the most callous
of souls. Lisa was curled against the door. Her robes and hair were a mess, and
I could see the weeping I had heard was real, as her face was streaked with the
passing of many tears. What Lana had so cruelly said proved not to be entirely
true. It seemed there was one woman among them whose heart was in need of her
man.
I lifted her into my apartment, then closed
and bolted the door against the outside world. That done, I returned to Lisa
who was bravely trying to hide her tears while straightening her robes and
hair. She was laughing and crying at the same time; embarrassed to be seen, and
yet overjoyed that I had finally opened my door, if not my mind to her. She
started to talk several times, but the words came out in a rushed jumble I
couldn't understand. Lisa finally stopped and simply stood there with a
miserable look about her; unable to control her emotions long enough to express
a complete thought.
I couldn't help smiling and pulled her into
my arms, holding her shaking body close to mine, until she was still and
relaxed. When she finally regained her composure she pushed herself away from
me and said.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to be shown
to a place where I can put myself together again. I have much to say to you and
I don't want to say it with my face streaked, and my hair a mess."
She glared at me as I slowly understood what
it was she wanted, then I led her to a small toilet nearby. I indicated I would
be waiting in the sitting room across and down the hall. She nodded and slipped
though the curtained door.
As I waited for her in the small, comfortable
room, it occurred to me that there were many things wrong with this land of
women, I had become a captive in. For one thing, these women seemed to think of
a man as an animal, and expected him to act like one. Secondly they seemed to
have no idea that a man had feelings much like theirs, and their refusal to
deal with a male as an emotional person, probably had much to do with the
fragmentation of the human race.
Most of the women of the world live in these
fortress-like cities, while most of the men of the world lived on the land, in
a rough, and barbaric life style. I knew from my own experience out there that
most men would sooner kill a woman as deal with her, and I had been led to believe
that most women dealt with men in the same way.
I was just starting to reason out the
difference between the lies and the truths I had been taught from my earliest
memories, when Lisa came into the room. She had done wonders with herself, and
she looked refreshed as she came to me. Her smell and beauty were devastating,
and I could only look at her in awe as she came around my chair and seated
herself.
I realized I was under her spell, but there
was nothing I could, or for that matter wanted, to do about it. I simply drank
in her fragrance and beauty while she settled herself in her seat. She brought
me back to the present by clearing her throat, and when I was looking in her
eye said.
"It pleases me that you admire me, but
there are things we must speak of before we mate again."
I came back with a start, for she had said
something I had never thought of as true before. In my shock I asked.
"You desire me?"
Lisa replied slowly.
"All I want is to tear off our wraps and
service you as you service me."
After a short pause she continued.
"It is plain that a man, just as a
woman, finds sex to be pleasurable, I now know a man also finds pleasure in
sex. However there are some forces at work in this world that are greater than
either of us, and we must work together to find an answer, or be crushed. Later
we can enjoy what we both desire, and lay together again."
As I listened to Lisa speak of the state of
the world, and the very short time left on earth for mankind, if all of us
together couldn't find a way to insure the survival of our species, I realized
how close we were to extinction. Not only had mankind ruined the balance of
nature, and now must provide controlled environments to grow all his food in,
but we were insuring our demise from the face of the planet by refusing to work
together towards a mutual solution for our survival at all.
What Lisa was telling me was the truth, I
could see that now. With the men on the outside, and the women on the inside,
propagation of our species had all but ceased at all. Only a few mating couples
existed in some of the more remote corners of the earth, and their offspring
had no chance of meeting a mate and producing because those few were entirely
cut off from each other.
The women of this city had at least come up
with a technically workable plan to insure the survival of mankind, but they
had forgotten, or more probably never heard, that it takes two to tango. They
had repeatedly tried to capture a male and make him a stud for them, and had
never understood that the emotion is as much a part of the act of sex, as a
cunt and cock are.
In the end, our conversation came to the
subject of our own sexual desire, and the jealousy she felt when she thought of
my having relations with every other woman in the city. It was then that I came
to understand the double edge the irony of the situation held. If we were
allowed to mate as our hearts told us to, our race, our species was doomed to
extinction. On the other hand if she stayed with me long enough to get pregnant,
and then moved aside so another woman could be fertilized she would forever be
consumed with despise for her sisters in womanhood for denying her what she
felt was hers. A man.
In the end I understood that the lot of the
women who I was to service, was in some ways much worse than mine. They would
come to me and enjoy the company of a man for a few weeks, and then be required
to live alone for most of their lives. On the other hand I would never again be
unable to find a woman to share my bed and passions with, even if I didn't know
her at all. It did seem a bit unfair, but I also understood I had not been
there to help, when the split between men and women had finally driven them
into their own separate kinds of hell.
When I finally came back from my own
thoughts, Lisa was still sitting, watching me. I came to her and told her she
would always have a special place in my heart as the first woman I had ever
known. I then went on to say that if she became pregnant by me, she would also
have a special place in her society as the authority who all others would defer
to if I became ill, or unresponsive to my duties as the father of a whole race.
I further told her that as the first woman I had ever had sex with, it would be
her I fantasized about when my mate of the moment failed to arouse my interest
enough and my member wanted to wither. It would be her I was making love to in
my heart, and it was her I would call for when I felt ill or just wanted a
friend to be with and talk to.
I'm not sure she believed me when I made her
those promises, but as the years passed, I called for her on many occasions,
and she was there.
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