| I was aware that Kamasutra was from India and wondered if having Indian food tonight will make a difference. While Hiroo had volunteered to be the chef tonight, I knew I should buy the cooking ingredients since he had bought a lot of food last night. The salesman at the Indian store was very helpful. He gave me a five-minute tutorial on making chicken curry and supplied me with the spices to make it. He also suggested that I try basmati rice instead of the Japanese rice that I was planning to use. ~ I tried my best to recreate an Indian ambience. I took out my long skirt with blue and green leaves and flowers. I had also bought a CD of Indian classical music at the grocery store and I decided to play it. Hiroo was shocked to see what was going on. He admitted, "I almost expected you to be dressed in animal print leather halter top, fishnet stockings, boots, and a whip in your hand." He had no idea what to do to cook the curry that I planned to make and so offered to be my assistant, which was fine by me. As I stood at the stove, I could smell the herbs as they simmered in the heat. The aroma was so powerful that I could almost feel it in my whole body. Hiroo closed his eyes and we both sat there listening to the soothing music and enjoying the aroma as it wafted through the apartment. I put my back against the wall and held Hiroo's hand. I could not believe that this one of the most memorable weeks of my life. I was having a better time than most Japanese women have at their honeymoon in Hawaii. While I did not have the beach and the Aloha girls, I still had the peace of my Funabashi apartment and did I forget those belly dancers? ~ I was not sure if I was getting excited but eating that spicy food made me feel so hot. I was definitely in a more different mood tonight, though, than last night - it was no longer my wild side that made me tie up Hiroo with my lace nightwear. Tonight I felt more romantic. As the music got louder, I stood up and started moving in rhythm with it. Hiroo sat there and watched me as my feet gently tapped the tatami floor. I had no idea how Indian girls danced but seeing them on TV once, I knew that they moved in circles as their colorful lenhgas rose high in the air. Hiroo was as ignorant of Indian dance as he was about belly dance. So he just sat there admiring me as I moved my hips in unison with the music. It was definitely helping me get rid of some of the heat that I felt
inside my whole body. | 