Monday, September 26, 2005
I've just finished washing the dishes when I hear a knock so loud I drop the bowl I've been drying. It breaks into pieces, but I need to get to the door, so I just step over them and go.
Another knock, louder than the first. I hurry to the door and throw it open, just so there will be no more knocking. The man standing there looks at me with distain, as though I am part of the house rather than a person. I invite him to come in, and as he does he reaches out and grasps one of my nipple rings, tugging on it.
Without thinking about the consequences, I reach across and remove his hand. "Please allow me to take your coat while you join the other guests in the game room. If you would care for some beer, it is in the refrigerator." I know that I will pay for this statement, but I am completely taken off guard by his behavior. "If you go in there, watch out for the glass on the floor. I dropped a bowl when you knocked."
"If you were mine," he remarked, "you'd be punished for breaking my dishes." I can't help but think that if I were his, I'd run away.
He goes off into the game room and I hang his coat and rush upstairs to talk to you. By now you're almost ready to come downstairs, and I smile when I see you, even though I know you're going to be upset that I have treated one of your guests this way.
"Hi. I have something I need to tell you." You turn, and as you do I see the raised eyebrow. I swallow hard and begin. "When that man knocked I dropped the bowl I was drying, and it broke all over the kitchen floor. And I'm afraid I was quite rude to one of your guests. When I got to the door and invited him in, he grabbed one of my rings and I removed his hand. And I didn't show him into the game room and bring him a beer," I confess. "I told him he could get his own."
"Well," you say slowly, "I'm glad you came to me with this before I heard it from someone else. Now go downstairs, get on your knees and apologise. Then go clean up the glass, and be careful. I don't want you cutting yourself."
"Yes, Sir." As I turn to leave, I hear the air move, and then I feel the swat on my behind. I turn my head to look at you, and you tell me, "This isn't over."
By the time I reach the game room I'm almost in tears. I hate disappointing you, and I am dreading even approaching your guests, but I enter, walk to the loud man's chair and drop to my knees.
"I must apologise for my behavior when you arrived. I had no right to touch you that way, and should have escorted you to join the other guests."
"Damn right you should have," he snorts as he reaches out for my hair. He wraps it around his hand and uses it to pull me closer. "I'll make you pay for it, too."
He lets go of me so suddenly I lose my balance and fall to one side. I get up with as much dignity as I can manage under the circumstances, and go to clean up the glass before finishing the work in the kitchen.
As I kneel in the kitchen, sweeping the glass into the dustpan, I reflect on my earlier conviction that this was going to be an easy night. "Guess again," I say to myself. "Guess again."
Another knock, louder than the first. I hurry to the door and throw it open, just so there will be no more knocking. The man standing there looks at me with distain, as though I am part of the house rather than a person. I invite him to come in, and as he does he reaches out and grasps one of my nipple rings, tugging on it.
Without thinking about the consequences, I reach across and remove his hand. "Please allow me to take your coat while you join the other guests in the game room. If you would care for some beer, it is in the refrigerator." I know that I will pay for this statement, but I am completely taken off guard by his behavior. "If you go in there, watch out for the glass on the floor. I dropped a bowl when you knocked."
"If you were mine," he remarked, "you'd be punished for breaking my dishes." I can't help but think that if I were his, I'd run away.
He goes off into the game room and I hang his coat and rush upstairs to talk to you. By now you're almost ready to come downstairs, and I smile when I see you, even though I know you're going to be upset that I have treated one of your guests this way.
"Hi. I have something I need to tell you." You turn, and as you do I see the raised eyebrow. I swallow hard and begin. "When that man knocked I dropped the bowl I was drying, and it broke all over the kitchen floor. And I'm afraid I was quite rude to one of your guests. When I got to the door and invited him in, he grabbed one of my rings and I removed his hand. And I didn't show him into the game room and bring him a beer," I confess. "I told him he could get his own."
"Well," you say slowly, "I'm glad you came to me with this before I heard it from someone else. Now go downstairs, get on your knees and apologise. Then go clean up the glass, and be careful. I don't want you cutting yourself."
"Yes, Sir." As I turn to leave, I hear the air move, and then I feel the swat on my behind. I turn my head to look at you, and you tell me, "This isn't over."
By the time I reach the game room I'm almost in tears. I hate disappointing you, and I am dreading even approaching your guests, but I enter, walk to the loud man's chair and drop to my knees.
"I must apologise for my behavior when you arrived. I had no right to touch you that way, and should have escorted you to join the other guests."
"Damn right you should have," he snorts as he reaches out for my hair. He wraps it around his hand and uses it to pull me closer. "I'll make you pay for it, too."
He lets go of me so suddenly I lose my balance and fall to one side. I get up with as much dignity as I can manage under the circumstances, and go to clean up the glass before finishing the work in the kitchen.
As I kneel in the kitchen, sweeping the glass into the dustpan, I reflect on my earlier conviction that this was going to be an easy night. "Guess again," I say to myself. "Guess again."
