“Who is Mrs. Wan?” asked Lily. I could hear some worries in her voice. She must have seen May Linh blanched and seen the seriousness on my face when I told them I had just gotten a call from Mrs. Wan. This was quite unexpected. For more than two years now, May Linh, Lily and I had been living together, both of them nude, in perfect harmony, in my house by the beach, under the contract old Mr. Me had devised. Now this.
When I left my house by the beach to go pick up Maggie at the train station, 35 miles away, the mood was anything but jolly. Indeed, May Linh and Lily, living nude with me in this always warm southeastern Asian country, had found, just like old Mr. Me, some comfort in the way the three of us lived in seclusion, away and hidden from the cruelty of the world. But Mrs. Wan called and there I was, leaving the train station with yet another Asian woman, Maggie, on my tail.
Once in the car, I could discern some hostility in the way she put her seatbelt on and there was, thus, some hostility as well in the way I put my seatbelt on. What? My car wasn’t good enough? For Christ’s sake, this was a bad start but I could tell, now that she was close to me and had taken her sun glasses off, that she was rather good looking.
Old Mr. Me had devised a scheme whereas I would live in my remote house by the beach in this southeastern Asian country surrounded by women, well-paid of course, living in the nude. If only because I didn’t know anything more beautiful than a woman’s nude body.
At first, I thought three of them would be a good number. But, for more than two years now, I had been perfectly happy with only two, May Linh and Lily. But Maggie, a Chinese woman from Hong Kong, quite unexpectedly showed up and I had to go pick her up at the train station. We were off to a bad start but, after a couple of drinks in a bar, Maggie agreed, much to my surprise, to the philosophy of that contract, including the fondling part, and more.
Now that Hong Kong Maggie was in the house, she was up to many surprises in that first week she spent with us. She had, like May Linh and Lily before her, accepted the contract old Mr. Me had devised so they’d be living in the nude around me, in my recluse house by the beach in this always warm southeastern Asian country.
Indeed, I remember our first night together. It started while we were having our first dinner, the first day she arrived. We were eating on the porch and Maggie couldn’t believe how good the food was – little did she know yet where shellfish were coming from – and she ate as if she hadn’t eaten for days. There was the ocean and the big sky and the jungle and the bugs’ ruckus so there was no need for us to be talking a lot.
I didn’t know the reasons why such a woman as Maggie had agreed to old Mr. Me’s contract but I figured that, whatever she was fleeing from, she hadn’t anticipated what she would find once she reached my house by the beach in this warm southeastern Asian country. Well, first she met with May Linh and Lily, living in the nude, and, I guess, this was a shocker enough. But that was just a start.
The Chinese philosopher Li Yu, I think, theorized that what he calls the ‘commerce with women’, meaning sex, should be thought of as a medicine. In substance, he explains that ‘commercing’ with women, often but without exaggeration over a long period of time, is extremely benefic for a man’s health. He presumed it is just as benefic for women’s health.