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"You don't have to do it when I'm standing right next to you, do you?"  Why did I always have to repeat such self-explanatory things!

"When else could I have done it? We were almost always together."  Karin looked at me good-naturedly. "I'm sure she doesn't look at other women on the street - for her job, does she?"

"No," I said distastefully. "She doesn't like to go out at all."

"I can understand that." Karin nodded. Then she laughed as a thought suddenly struck her. "That makes for a lovely little ‘in-house' relationship, doesn't it! That must really be your ideal!"

I didn't want to be convinced so easily. "Yes, but..."

"No ‘Yes, but...!" Karin let out a heartfelt groan. "She sleeps with other women. She's going to keep doing that. That's how she earns her living." I shuddered. Karin saw this and continued sympathetically, "But the most important thing is that you talk to each other, laugh with one another, sit in front of the television together and nibble on peanuts - those are the things that hold people together. Just doing the most mundane things together. Talking about what you want to cook for dinner, going shopping together, spending a lazy weekend together doing nothing but enjoying each other's company."

Karin looked at me probingly again. "That, for me, is the difference between an affair and a relationship. Of course, they have a basis in common. There has to be sexual attraction involved, but how much of a relationship is sex? Maybe five percent - ninety-five percent has to be filled with other things."

I protested with an energetic growl.

Karin laughed congenially. "Yes, I know, at the beginning it's more - a lot more. I still remember our first weeks very well." She grinned. Then she sobered again. "It's not the nights that you have to get through, it's the days." She leaned over and brushed the hair out of my eyes. "Would you like to sleep with me tonight?" she said amicably.

I looked at her in astonishment. I hadn't had the impression before now that she was interested in that. I hesitated. She'd done so much for me in the last few days, but I couldn't quite imagine thanking her in that way. But I didn't want to hurt her. I looked up at her. "I don't think that would be such a good idea," I said, hoping she wouldn't take it the wrong way.

She understood it completely. "Oh, that wasn't a sexual offer," she corrected with a degree of self-confidence that I'd never achieve in these matters. "I just thought a little snuggling couldn't hurt."

I knew that was unusual for her. "So are you monogamous now?" I asked disbelievingly.

Karin laughed out loud. "You can't imagine that, can you?" She settled down again. "And you're right. I'm not monogamous." When she saw my reaction, she continued, "but that definitely doesn't mean that I constantly think about sex and chase after every woman I see - particularly an ex-girlfriend, with whom the relationship ended because of her jealousy over my non-monogamy."

I had to swallow. "Still...," I said, although a little cuddling with her sounded like a very good idea.

"Still," she repeated earnestly, "you're faithful to her." My head shot up. I hadn't thought about that at all!

Karin said seriously, but with a smile in her eyes, "You say that you hate her. You never want to see her again. But you could never betray her." She came over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "You love her," she concluded gently.

I sat there, unable to move. She walked as far as the door, then turned around. "My offer still stands," she said, smiling. "And I swear by everything I hold sacred, I won't take anything away from her."

Chapter 19

T
he next day, I returned to my apartment in a rather different mood than the one I had left it in. Nevertheless, I was still uncertain. It would surely take a couple of days before I could really absorb everything Karin had said to me up at the cabin. And then - what would I do then? I really didn't know. One thing was clear: I couldn't live with the situation as it stood. I would probably have to move to a different town. That was the easiest way.

Calmed somewhat, I went into the kitchen to put on some water for coffee. I already had the kettle in my hand when the phone rang. I'd made such a habit of not answering that I didn't react initially. It didn't stop. It made me nervous - for a number of reasons. Then it occurred to me that Karin had promised to call when she got home. I could already hear her admonishments if I didn't pick up, so I answered.

On the line, someone was breathing heavily. This time, I didn't even assume that it was a prank caller.

"What do you want?" I asked, more brusquely than I'd actually intended.

The breathing got louder. It sounded very labored. Suddenly, it got very quiet. Then, an unrecognizable noise came through the receiver. It went still again for a moment. From phone sex to phone harassment? Perhaps she should've spent the weekend at the cabin with Karin!

"Say something," I said rather threateningly, "or else I'll hang up."  I heard that strange noise again for a moment and then - suddenly - her voice.

"Please...," she said very softly.

Was that really her voice? It sounded like it was coming from a basement or through a wad of cotton or both.

"Yes?" I asked expectantly, exactly like she'd sounded the first time I called her.

"Please," came from the receiver again, very quietly. "Can you come over?"

So soon? And Karin had thought she'd never even speak to me! Her breathing was still heavy. What was she doing over there?

I couldn't. Not that evening. I had to think about what had been going through my head for the past few days first.

"I just got home, not fifteen minutes ago," I said. "I didn't particularly want to go out again tonight."

Again came this unrecognizable noise - this time louder. No, it wasn't unrecognizable at all - it sounded like moaning!

"Please, help me!" What was going on? Could her desire for me be that strong?

"What's the matter?" I asked, irritated.

"Please, come," she whispered again, very weakly. Something was wrong there! The line was quiet. I didn't hear any more breathing, but she hadn't hung up either.

I waited awhile, then I hung up. What should I do now? Her voice had sounded very odd. Really desperate. On the other hand, I knew all about her talents in that area. What could I expect if I went to see her?

I walked slowly back to the kitchen. My disquiet grew. I couldn't just stay here. I had to know what was going on. And if she just wanted revenge - if she'd come up with some sort of payback for me - I'd notice soon enough.

I grabbed my jacket and walked hesitantly over there. I pushed the intercom button for her apartment. She buzzed me in immediately. I took the elevator up. At her door, I hesitated. Then I laid my thumb on her doorbell. The door opened slowly. She was nowhere to be seen. I went in and looked around carefully. I turned around to close the door. Then I saw her.

She stood behind the door in a crumpled heap, barely supporting herself against the wall. She was wearing her black kimono, but she hadn't tied the belt. Underneath, she was naked. She hung her head. Then she looked up.

"My God!" I cried in horror. Her face was covered with blood; I couldn't even see her eyes. I leapt toward her and tried to support her. She moaned with terrible pain. "My God," I heard myself say again. I took her arms, trying to ignore her cries of pain. "Come," I said gently. "We've got to get you into bed." She groaned at every step. I opened the bedroom door and laid her down as carefully as possible. She was moaning awfully.

I looked at her and felt completely helpless. I sat down next to her on the bed. Even that slight motion elicited another whimpering sound from her.

I wanted to comfort her, but what could I do if everything hurt her?

"What happened?" I asked.

She tried to answer, but her lips were split open and grossly swollen. I motioned for her not to try.

"Leave it - that's not important now. I'll call an ambulance." I reached for the telephone on the nightstand.

"No!" she groaned firmly.

I didn't understand her. "But you absolutely have to go to the hospital. You need to see a doctor!"

She tried to speak again. "No hospital," she whispered laboriously. "No police."

I hadn't even thought about that. I'd certainly have to call the police as well. Why didn't she want that? She'd obviously been assaulted.

"But be practical - I can't help you! You're seriously injured. Let me call an ambulance, please."

She shook her head laboriously, her face twisted in pain.

I was helpless. My medical knowledge did not extend beyond that little bit of massage, and that definitely wouldn't help her now.

She lay there and moaned again. I had to do something. I called Karin.

"I just tried calling you three times," she greeted me cheerfully. "Were you sleeping again already?"

"No," I answered softly.

She noticed it immediately. "What's up?"

"I need a doctor," I said.

She was startled. "What did you do to yourself?" she asked. "We just got back."

"Not for me."

Strangely, that seemed to explain everything for her. "You're with her," she said - a statement, not a question.

"Yes," I confirmed.

"Give me the address," she said. She didn't ask why. She didn't refer me to the hospital. If I hadn't figured out how helpful her natural, calm attentiveness could be over the past few days, I would've seen it now. She was something special. I gave her the address.

She said, "I'll try to contact a doctor I know. I hope she's home."

"I hope so, too!" I said urgently. "And please, hurry!"

Karin said nothing more, and hung up. I knew she would do what she could. Now I could only wait.

It seemed like an eternity. I tried to clean up some of the blood with a washcloth. She moaned so horribly that I gave up. The doorbell rang. I looked at the clock. Forty-five minutes had passed. I opened the door.

A grey-haired woman in her mid-fifties stormed in. I assumed she was the doctor. She didn't introduce herself. "Where is she?" she asked curtly.

I pointed toward the bedroom. She stormed right past me. I followed her in. She stood by the bed, rolling up the sleeves of her white blouse. She took a stethoscope from her bag.

She looked down at the bed. "Those damned guys!" she said angrily.

I looked at her. I said nothing, but I was pretty sure that this hadn't been caused by a "damned guy."

The doctor examined her quickly and professionally. She moaned. The doctor said soothingly, "It's all right, kiddo. It's almost over."

When she was done, she stood to face me. "I think she got lucky. No internal injuries as far as I can tell. But she should be x-rayed anyway."

A weak sound of protest came from the bed. The doctor turned around. "I know, kiddo. I already saw the bed."

To me, she continued, "I don't think she's in any immediate mortal danger. As soon as she can walk again, bring her to a hospital and have her x-rayed. At that point, they won't ask any questions."

She looked at me. "Promise me you will!"

It was an order. I nodded.

She asked. "Is she your girlfriend?" I was taken completely by surprise. At any other time, I wouldn't have answered, nor would I even have known what the answer was. Now, I nodded, just like before.

The doctor sighed. "You girls should look out for each other better, in your line of work!"

She thought I was a...! Despite the gravity of the situation, I had to smile. "I'll look after her," I promised. "As soon as she can walk, she'll be x-rayed."

The doctor looked me right in the eye. Then she said, "Good. I believe you mean it." She took out a prescription pad and wrote something on it. "Get this now at the all-night pharmacy. Give her one pill every hour for the next twelve hours."

I nodded obediently. She wouldn't have accepted no for an answer, anyhow.

She turned and headed for the door. I reached out an arm. "Yes, but..."

She stood in the doorway. "It's taken care of," she said. Then she was gone. I still stood there, completely flabbergasted.

A soft moan from the bed brought me back to my senses. I went over. I looked down at her. She looked at me through a slit of an eye. The other was swollen completely shut.

"I'm going to run over to the pharmacy," I announced. "To get your medicine."

"No," she protested weakly. I could barely understand her.

In kneeled by the bed. "I'll be right back. But I have to go. I'll lock the door from the outside. Where are your keys?"

If I interpreted her gesture correctly, she was indicating a purse. I opened it and found the key. I took it out. "I'll be right back," I reassured her soothingly. I stroked the air next to her face, so as to avoid touching her and causing her fresh pain. Then I left hurriedly.

The night was a sea of horrors for her, despite the tablets that I patiently gave her every hour. She could barely swallow.

I just sat with her and watched her. After I gave her a pill, she usually slept a little, but even in her sleep, she still cried out in terror. Once she yelled aloud, "No!" She woke from that, and although the hour wasn't quite up yet, I gave her another tablet.

So it went until morning. Then she fell into a restless sleep from which she would not be roused. I sat in an armchair with a blanket and fell asleep quickly. Her moans woke me. When I came to my senses, I saw that she was trying to get up.

I leapt up. "Are you crazy? Lie down!"

She sank back, groaning. "I have to go," she whispered through her swollen lips. She almost looked worse than the night before. Now I could see her upper body, from which the kimono had fallen. Her skin was covered with bruises and welts - or, more precisely, I could see a patch or two of skin between the bruises.

"Nonsense," I replied sternly. "You stay in bed and tell me what it is that you want. I'll get it for you."

"I don't want anything," she sighed with labored resignation.

"Fine," I said. I went over to the bed and kneeled next to her. "Are you in much pain?" Dumb question - that was obvious!