This ache is unbearable.  It's driving me crazy, this horrible emptiness.  My hands are sweating, my knees are weak.  This need, this desire... it's got to be satisfied.  The emptiness filled.  I shift uncomfortably as those knowing eyes watch.  They can see I ache, that I'm empty, and are just waiting for me to say the words.

I won't.  I've got my pride after all.  I won't beg.  No matter how bad the need.

But relief is so close.  Those eyes tell me they'll give me what I want, if I just say what that is.  It's so simple.  My own eyes offer a silent plea, and the other's lips quirk in a slight smile.  Not yet.  No relief until I say the words.

Please.  The ache is getting worse the longer I wait.  I know it.  The other knows it too.

I can't stand it.  I can't take the emptiness anymore.  I close my eyes and take a deep breath, and then I give in.

"Please Tae-san.  Please.  May I have lunch on credit?"
 
 

Sekihara Tae
tae@sekihara.dreamhost.com
August 23, 1998