she got up elegantly in one movement. Suddenly realizing that she had done her routine unasked, the girl blushed again, as she approached Robert.
“Impressive,” he said calmly. “But don’t you remember I’ve seen you in action before?” He saw a sheepish look flash across her young face and tried to banish it immediately. “But it was fabulous.” He hit the jackpot and then went on with his principal line of thought. “Mary, we see each other so rarely, is it at all possible for you to wear a dress for me?”
How could he demand something from her! Jerry felt himself going insane. Oh well, he paid for it, I suppose.
“I feel more comfortable wearing pants!” Mary argued.
“But you make the effort to wear a dress in front of God. Why don’t you want to do me that favor too?”
That request struck Jerry, his head full of biblical lessons, and he stood rigid.
Instantly Mary’s face became stern, and she stepped back.
“Never try to compare yourself with God,” she retorted almost inaudibly.
“Why not?” Robert asked arrogantly. He resembled a proud Roman patrician, and Mary involuntarily adored his look. Caught on the back foot she made an effort, and answered; “Because it won’t work with me.”
Robert’s eyes narrowed, when he searched the girl for signs of her seriousness over religion. “So, you don’t like meeting with me?”
“Eh? I do like it, and you know that,” Mary said, barely holding back her tears.
If she cries, I’ll hit him, Jerry thought resolutely. To see her suffering is worse than a “Ride to Hell’!
“I was hoping you’d respect my feelings and faith. Of course I can wear a skirt to please you. I do want to please you, really, and if you don’t like me in these shorts and pants, I won’t wear them again when I’m with you, but you turned this subject into a religious issue, and don’t count on me giving up my beliefs. I’d rather die on the street, starving, than take 30 pieces of silver.”
“I didn’t ask you to do that, honey,” Robert uttered it so tenderly that the girl forgave him at once. Amazed, Jerry looked at his Master.
Robert opened his arms to Mary, and the girl drew close, gazing up at him like a wounded gazelle. He embraced her, and after a brief hesitation Mary hugged him as well.
Jerry’s spirits plummeted, and he looked around, checking the security of the situation, as he was assuring himself, not because he envied his Master, who held his loved one in his arms.
“I didn’t mean to offend you, my honey-drop,” Robert said. His soft tempting voice percolated Mary’s soul. “And I will not force you to change your style either! You are a beautiful girl, and your blouse is very flattering. But you can’t wear sports pants everywhere. That was my point.”
“I don’t get it.” Mary looked at him.
“I want you to attend a party. But you have to wear a dress. A posh dress.”
“I don’t have anything like that, and you know it,” Mary mumbled, confused and embarrassed.
“Tomorrow I’ll send one to you.” He paused, and specified, “As a gift for your birthday.”
“You didn’t forget!” Mary beamed.
“How could I?” He squeezed her affectionately.
“Cool! But what party, and why am I going with you?”
“It’s a charity party, of course.” Robert winked. “You’ll present your gymnastic team. I’ll send a car for you. You’ll receive the invitation along with the dress, and a special card so you can borrow some jewelry. The address of the store is on the back. I know you’ll refuse if I try to give you the jewels as a gift, but if you keep them – I’ll be happy. But if you feel uncomfortable with that idea, just return everything to the store.”
“What about shoes?” she asked, excited.
“You can rent evening pumps in the same store too.”
“I can easily walk and even dance like a butterfly on high heels,” Mary said proudly. “I won’t look like a tottering sow, you know.”
“I know that only too well, sweetheart.”
“How…” Mary stopped short and laughed. “I feel like a Cinderella!”
“You are…” Robert whispered, bringing his face close to her. Mary opened her lips, and their breathing intermingled. He felt her youthful energy swamp his body and she felt his power overwhelm hers.
Both instinctively released their intense hold so as to not give an inappropriate impression. The girl slid off Robert’s arms like mercury, and ran to her building.
Turning, her excited body highlighted in the lighted doorway, she shouted “Good night!” blew a kiss, and closed the door behind her.
Robert laughed, tapped Jerry’s shoulder, and took out a pack of cigarettes.
Jerry helped his Master with the lighter. Robert inhaled deeply, and sighed.
“Call Ron to drive to the campus,” he told the guard, and when the youth had fulfilled his order, added with a sly grin on his sardonic lips. “Let’s take a little walk, Jerry.”
They had only walked side-by-side for a few yards when Robert broke the silence.
“You know what, Jerry, I envy you, my boy.”
Amazed, the youth gazed at his Master, who continued; “You are young and handsome. Your entire life is in front of you. No girl can resist you and your boyish charm.”
Jerry’s expressive face clouded with that comment. Robert inhaled, hiding his smile. “You can smoke, Jerry.”
The youth nodded, and he dived into his pocket, but Robert offered his own pack, a cigarette magically poking out. Robert noticed Jerry’s hands were shaking as he took it, and he seemed nervous as he gulped down a lungful of smoke.
The charming nighttime breeze was gently rustling in the leaves of the trees above them. The usual sounds of the big city sounded so far away, as if from another dimension.
“Did you see the new girl in the Building C?” Robert asked suddenly.
“Which one?” Jerry grinned, relaxing.
“Fresh strawberry. Cute little blonde. She’s very petite, I suppose, tiny. But a great butt and big tits for her size. Very nice.” He puffed his cheeks out and blew out some fake hot air. “Looking at her angel face, it is hard to imagine she was killing innocent old people for their money! But life can change,” he added with a grin. “Now my soldiers take advantage of her lovely little body, whether she likes it or not.”
“I think I saw her…” Jerry thought hard. “Sorry.” He smirked again. “I like shrimps on my plate, though, not in my bed.”
