Twice the Love by Berengaria Brown Read Free Book Online

and
emotion of the last few hours. Just as she fell asleep she thought, “I love
them. That’s why I was so upset yesterday. I love them and want them to be
happy too.”
     
     

Chapter Five
     
    By the time Cherry woke up both men had already
left the bed. She listened carefully at the door, and upon hearing no one in
the bathroom, hurried in for her shower to get ready for the day.
    I love
them, I really do. How amazing is that? She
shampooed her shoulder-length, dark brown hair. Then she stood quite still
under the water, thinking, They love me
too. They are endlessly caring and patient and have gone out of their way to
make me feel welcome and wanted and cherished. Yes, cherished. Always, always
they ensure I come—with their hands, their mouths, and their cocks. Never am I
left unfulfilled. And they’ve gone to so much trouble to help me feel at home
here. The Chinese may be an undemonstrative people, but Harry and Lee have made
it very clear I’m important and special to them. Even the whole language
barrier thing was just me being stupid and them being kind. Harry is so gentle,
thoughtful and perceptive. Lee is stronger, tougher, but just as caring and
with flashes of wicked humor. In fact, I haven’t been very nice to them at all.
But I will do better. I’ll start by
telling them I love them.
    And she did love them. At first she’d treated
them almost as a single unit, “HarryandLee”. But the more she’d come to know
them, the more she appreciated their different personalities. Harry’s voice was
deeper, his skin softer, his hair silkier. And although Lee was more ‘alpha’,
he was also the one most likely to offer to cook, an interesting dichotomy.
    ****
     
    When Cherry went out to the living room the
table was set up and Lee was putting the teapot and tiny cups on it. A dish of
noodles was keeping warm on the cooktop, and chopsticks and bowls were laid
out, ready for the three of them.
    “Where’s Harry?” asked Cherry, looking around.
    “He’s gone to Mr. Han’s shop to buy a children’s
Pinyin dictionary.”
    “A Pinyin dictionary?”
    “Yes, the ones the kindergarten children use.
They have pictures and the words in Pinyin. It’ll be perfect for you to start
learning to speak Chinese.”
    “Oh, thank you. That does sound good.”
    “And next weekend we’ll choose a quiet time and
ride the buses for a while to familiarize you with how and where to catch them.
With a few weeks of practicing you should be feeling ready to try by yourself.
Or maybe we’ll ask someone to go with you. It all depends how confident you
feel by then.”
    “Thank you. I’m feeling quite excited about all
this. I think once I can get around by myself, and expand my borders beyond
these few streets I’ll feel much more at home in
Beijing
. It’ll be wonderful talking to people
I meet, even if it’s only a little bit at first.”
    Harry returned then and, bowing slightly, handed
Cherry the glossy hardcover book in his hands. They all sat at the table and
began to eat, Cherry turning the pages of her book and attempting to pronounce
various words. The men carefully corrected her pronunciation and she jumped up
from her chair to get her notepad and write some hints to herself about the
tonal sounds. By the time they left for work she was proudly able to say
several of the words exactly right.
    After they left she sat at the table and
systematically read her dictionary, practicing words she was fairly confident
of the sounds for, writing notes about the rest.
    By mid-afternoon she was starting to feel
encouraged about learning the language, although well aware she would need some
verbs as well as these nouns before she was able to go out and about alone.
     
    ****
     
    Each night the men helped her with her language
study and pronunciation, adding several more children’s textbooks to her
“language library”. At the weekends, as promised, they took her riding on the
buses and she soon understood the system