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Then, a phone rings and Ako springs to her feet with such sudden energy Mara wakes up flying heels over head. Only a short distance, and she lands back on the couch, wondering if Ako thought to aim her.
'Yeah I can't read the bus time tables,' comes Rachel's voice over the phone to Ako, sounding sleepy and amused to Mara's ears, as much as she can overhear as she passes by on the way to the bathroom. 'Seriously. It's like I'm dreaming. Could be low blood sugar. But anyway I'm taking a cab home.'
'Sure that's what we have an unexpected expenses budget for,' says Ako, and something else. Mara can't make out the words once she closes the bathroom door, but she can hear the love in the giant woman's voice.
The love of Ako Hi Oa Camina. Mara lets her imagination run loose while taking a moment to appreciate the bathtub, an enormous whitewased cast iron device in the shape of half an egg that seems to take up half the room. A great little allowance for Ako's disability, as well as her own - the thing reaches up to her eyes but there's a stepladder molded to the side to allow her to climb in and out of it. She climbs in and runs the shower, wondering how many hours it might take to fill up the tub. Certainly something she'll have to try sometime when she has time and feels like taking a swim at home.
All the while picturing Ako slipping out of her clothes and playing with the phone cord and seeking comfort more and more desperately as Rachel tells her she'll be home late, or won't be home but has to stay the night at a hotel, or won't come back cause she has to step back and allow Ako and Mara to be together. And Ako is so sad but Mara smooches her so right, and her huge hands close around Mara's little ones and leads them to just the right places and on and on.
It starts out as an unusually silly masturbation fantasy but by the time she comes Mara feels so pathetic she's angry at herself. 'She does love you,' she insists, muttering to herself below the sound of the water spray. 'It's just the sex got too weird. You'll have to learn to love without being wet for her all the time.'
The apartment, of course, conspires against her by making both her and Ako be without clothes when they pass each other in the hallway, Ako to take her turn with the shower and Mara to retrieve some of the clothes she just put away. 'This closet arrangement means we're all going to have to get used to seeing each other naked, doesn't it,' says Mara, looking down with flushed cheeks.
'Hey, you've got nothing you need to hide hot stuff,' says Ako, leaving her with a chuckle.
She always makes her laugh. There's so much to love about her. (Mara makes a mental note to tell Ako there's a lot 'of' her to love at some opportune time.) She putters around, unpacking kitchen utensils and a plant, a ficus or something that will surely not live long in this city without sunlight. Still she puts it dutifully on the shelf below the elaborate, airtight windowblind. Maybe the window can do something for the plant at night, when it may be opened. Wraps a length of teal cloth over the ceiling lamp in her room, where she figures it might produce a nice relaxing light. Checks what's new on the Internet and doesn't think about Ako dressed in nothing but a gleaming cloak of hot running water.
Maybe thought crimes aren't that bad, she decides. She doesn't stare when Ako comes out and walks around wearing a towel around her waist, and doesn't look away either. Just deciding to be normal, she thinks to herself, proudly. It helps that Rachel comes back just in time to meet her in the hallway and starts giggling and blushing, saying 'I think if I put on my high heels I'll be just the right height to give you a motorboat.'
'Is that really the verb for motorboating?' says Ako. 'I'm not sure who's recieving a gift in this scenario.'
'You're telling me the gift of your girl getting a mouthful of boobs is not for you?' says Mara.
'Yeah, anyway, Rachel,' says Ako, while wiggling into a pair of black leather pants, 'you had better whip them out, just to get past the mystique. Or just get in the shower while it's hot and then we can go out and look for something to eat, how's that sound?'
And soon the three girls leave the apartment together to see what the city has to offer, including and particularly in terms of dinner. The sky has turned a flat, dead blue and a warm rain turns the pavement into a dark mirror. Ako pulls a hood over her head, while Rachel just brushes her hand through her short-cropped hair and sprays a fine mist around. Mara feels noticably heavier with the rain soaking her thick hair but do nothing about it and only turns her face up to catch water in her mouth. Living in the desert outside the city has left her thirsty.
There's music coming from somewhere and they follow the sound of Simon and Garfunkel down the street.
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