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upon his chest. I miss his taste, his smell and the way he says, “Goodnight.”
    Guilt at having had sex with another man brings a sour taste to my mouth. I swallow it down, as I realize that being here with Kit may actually just have saved my marriage. “What exactly does riding this iron phallus entail?”
    He laughs, and flips up onto his feet. I rise more sedately and hunt around for my shoes. Kit retrieves them from beneath the tree. “Don’t worry. You won’t be the only one. Lots of people go. You just need to sit on it. It’s about six foot long.”
    “A six foot iron schlong?” My eyes widen and then I too am laughing. From the moment I descended into this neon lit Japanese night world my whole image of reality has become skewed. “Kiss me,” I say as we stroll back along the parkways.
    Of course he does.
    There are tears mixed in with the kisses. They roll over our tongues as we make our bittersweet goodbyes. We won’t see each other again. I know that. He’ll go back to the bar and I’ll return to my hotel room and concoct a damn good excuse why I can’t calculate accounts for the next few days. I phone Gavin too and have him fly straight to Japan. We meet in Kawasaki and walk the short distance from the train station to the Shinto Shrine. There I ride the iron phallus. We suck on cock-shaped lollipops, parade, and watch a giant pink dildo being rammed through the temple doors. It’s the first fun we’ve had together in a long, long time. We ride the train back to my hotel and practice some ramming of our own.
    And we get our wish, not for one child, but two. Skye and Catherine… okay Kitty… okay Kit, I name our little girls. Gavin just shakes his head bemused by my choice of names. You see, I told him about Sky. How could I not? Gavin’s response was live and let live. Why muddy waters over something that his made us whole again and brought us so much content?
    I send Sky a picture of the twins, addressing it to him at the host bar in Japan. I don’t anticipate a response, but I long to share my great joy. A memory stick comes back. It contains a short video, twenty-four men toasting my two little girls. Sky is not among them, but there is a message from a man named Angelo.
    Sky has gone home. Maybe you see him in UK, and say hello from me.