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[xinjinmeng]

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It has been a long time since I have thrown a fit or had a breakdown.  I immerse myself in the role of matron -- responsible, reverent, reposed. 

I have sequestered myself at Dr. B___'s time-share on Dragon Mountain (appropriately enough), which has a fantastic overlook of Repulse Bay.  My first morning there, she sternly counseled me to resume my Tai Chi therapy, going as far as to drag me out to the Zoological Gardens.  I shamefully confess I have since neglected my duties; instead, I become lazier and cattier as the days go by.

Considering how removed the house is from the city proper, I was surprised one breakfast when two strangers came calling.  The older of the pair claimed to be a tenured professor from Université de Franche-Comté.  The other was either an overly-familiar teaching assistant, or a lover who enjoyed special educational privileges -- I was too polite to ask.  They were very amicable; they had such an air of familiarity about them that I invited them inside, despite common sense.  I was pleased to discover my French was still passable enough for me to ken the meaning of their staccato dialogue.

After tea and crumpets, they insisted I accompany them to Saint John's Cathedral, despite my insistence than I had no proper wardrobe.  Sandwiched between the pair of them in the taxi's back-seat, I smiled diffidently as they told various jokes about académie that I barely understood, while their hands ventured over me in a scandalous manner, not typical of church-goers.  Disembarking on the front steps, I spied the signboards, declaring the private function of the meeting of the Oxford & Cambridge Society.  Swept along by my new companions, I was introduced to various doctors and masters, all of whom evinced surprise when I spoke the King's English. I was concerned that, as I was dressed in my auspicious jifu dragon-robe, I would be mistaken for a priest. If anyone did, they said made no sign.  No one recognized me, either, which should have surprised me less than it did.  We seated for tea; then speeches were delivered, minutes were read, accolades were announced.  These affairs might have been very tedious, if it were not for the wandering feet and hands of my new comrades. Fortunately, I have great reserves of self-control when in public.

A few long hours later, and all adjourned to the hall, where my decorum deserted me when confronted with the Hong Kong Opera Society! I shamefully confess that I squealed to hear we would enjoy a private showing of La Périchole. 

While they were initially disappointed to discover the doctor to be absent, they warmed up quickly to me once they discovered I spoke fluent French.  A few hours later, and I was sandwiched between them in a taxi, en route to Saint John's Cathedral.  The professor was a member of the Oxford & Cambridge Society, and he had tickets to the Hong Kong Opera society's production of La Périchole, a gleeful romance that successfully excised much of the malaise that surrounded me like a dull fog.  The sound of the soprano's aria, the smell of old wood and plaster, the touch of amorous collegians ... by the curtain, my passion had been whipped into a great froth, but sadly there was only common seating, no privacy of any kind. The cab ride home was much bolder, and the house proper was a stage for much grander adventure.  My new companions had the spirited bond that let them act as one, and since both my physical condition and my general temperament were better suited for a passive role, I was content to oblige them.  Dr. B___'s carpeting proved especially stimulating for a triadic union, and I was all too eager to comply.

Come the morn, and I woke to conspiratorial mutters in French argot. Their tone told me they thought I was still asleep; their words told me that they were embarrassed and angry.  I obliged them by remaining still; as they left without saying a proper goodbye, I replayed the previous twenty-four hours in my mind, searching for meaning in their words. Eventually, I realized that the pair had thought that I was Dr. B___.  I suppose they had never met her in person, and I rudely never introduced myself -- I am so used to meeting people who either already know who I am, or who do not care, or who I do not care to know. 

Heaven above, but at least I have an adventure to report, during my sabbatical of avoiding adventure!

Comments

[reveille-d.livejournal.com]

Goodness. @_@

[ff00ff.livejournal.com]

You lead such a glamorous life, Xinjinmeng, and I love nothing quite like hearing erotic exploits described with such explicit detail in words that would leave a less literate reader wondering what, if anything, had happened at all!

[eggshellhammer.livejournal.com]

I need to begin discussing my own sex life again. Congratulations on your profitable mis-identification.