Fiction Challenges Fact

He carried her and placed her on the grass. She lay facing the sky and he came on top of her. They united, and she held his hips with her legs with all the force she was capable of. Soon she was vibrating and then came those huge orgasms. Len slipped off her side and they lay hugging each other. The couple was still watching.

"You don't seem to mind spectators," he said.

"Passing ships for me. If you don't why should I?"

Suddenly the oddity of her behaviour hit her in full force. She who never allowed her husband to have anything but the dimmest of lights in the bedroom had dared so much this night. May be she was sex starved, but whatever it was she just let go.

"Good night," said Len.

"Good night," she responded.

She went up, bathed to remove grass from all parts of her body, put on a nightdress and went under the comforter. She woke up late.

Her husband was wrong when he wrote that she had feelings of guilt the next morning, but he was right about her feelings towards Len. It was all gone. She developed guilt feelings in the car ride back to Chicago. He has given a most accurate account of her feelings in his story and this feeling of guilt has never left her. She has amply corrected all her shortcomings but the guilt feeling remains unabated just as he has said in his story.

She brooded. No, it was not a coincidence. He would not have hidden the file if he had just written the incidents from his imagination. He knew. He knew more about her than she knew about herself or else how could he know for certain that she would give herself up so completely and so shamelessly. But how did he know? Must be his knowledge of human nature, which is stock in trade to writers, and her body language. For the discerning, body language can be clearer and louder than spoken language.

Viswam came at eleven as often he does after his Writer's Club meetings.

"What Sonu seen some ghosts today?"

"Why ghosts?"

"You look like one who has seen not one but an army of ghosts."

She said nothing. He went in, changed and sat on the sofa and took up the newspaper. She moved closer to him, and rested her head on his chest she sobbed uncontrollably. He softly rubbed her wet cheeks.

"Forget the past Sonu," he said, "you are not to blame. There is no woman alive who would not have done what you did. From now on we enjoy the present and look forward to the future with hope."