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Between Us Girls
That evening I had come back from a date with Jirka and I was feeling
rather in two minds, because on the one hand, it was extremely irritating
that I was nineteen and still a virgin, but on the other, those dates with
him left me feeling utterly drained. Jirka would always set of silently,
walking at an unbearable pace, and wouldn't slow down until we reached some
realised that I needed privacy for sex, solitude and half-light, but now it
taking him home. On Friday evenings, my mother was almost always away --
ever since I was a girl I had been used to having Friday evenings to
myself. She returned long after midnight. But a strange thing happened:
our flat?
started to nibble it bit by bit (in the evening, I don't eat anything
except a little cheese, even when I'm hungry, and even though Jirka keeps
on telling me I should put on weight -- perhaps just for that reason I want
to slim down and make him mad), my mother came out of the living room and,
despite the fact that she knows I can't stand it, she sat down next to me.
She pushed the magazines I had been trying to read while I was eating to
the other end of the table, and cleared her throat. She was in a proper
tizzy, and was almost unable to speak -- she was always like that when she
Why couldn't she leave me in peace, when I came home tired after a hectic
day?
"I can't let it wait any longer. You're a grown woman now, and I see
"Mum, for God's sake, I've already read a whole library about sexual
even imagine a more boring topic! So don't bloody start, I'm not a little
girl!"
expression, which means that she frowned sternly, puckered her mouth, and
started to take an incredibly long time to chose her words. She also
started to sweat.
man... Well, in short, I think that you and I are different from other
women. It's a very peculiar thing, and I've never spoken with you about it
and then burst out: "Because you wouldn't believe it." She fell silent and
sake, was this supposed to mean? Did my mother have some kind of bizarre
fixation? It was true that she had always avoided men for as long as I
could remember, but... What could she have in mind? Was she perhaps a
"You told me that my father died before I was born," I reminded her.
blotches, spread unevenly over her ashen features, and she lowered her
voice to the limit of audibility. "It wasn't that he died, exactly, it's
-- for her, perhaps for the whole of my world, my home -- but at that
consequences.
she started to hint that something was amiss. I thought then that she'd
completely flipped her lid... but it was true. Did you know that, under
-- can be absorbed back into the womb? Perhaps when the female meets a
No, I didn't know that. I shivered just to think of it. But in the
final analysis, it was only something that happened to mice. And besides,
an adult human male was not just a ball of cells like the embryo of a
mouse.
utter a word.
My mother continued brokenly: "My whole life... I've had the feeling
that that man is somehow still alive in me. Step by step, I've discovered
that other girls don't have the same masculine dreams I do. Do you think
She was so tense, she had stopped breathing. Perhaps she hoped I
wouldn't know what she was talking about. I, however, knew at once, and
all too well. My mother was not talking now about her partner, the man who
had been my father, but about the man who fathered her. Often, it happened
transmuted into a male form and sometimes even experienced sex as a man.
It was a perfectly normal part of my world, but all the same, it seemed to
me that other girls didn't know anything like it, and that in contrast they
were aroused by things which had no effect on me. In these memories, I had
however, had a quite different shape from my real belly -- and my long,
hairy legs, which wanted to take long, decisive steps. Most peculiar, and
most disturbing of all, though, was understandably the notion that I had a
Yet, while it was a fact that other girls didn't talk about these
things, did that have to mean that they didn't experience them? There are
so many things, after all, one simply doesn't talk about! It occurred to
her. Now she knew that we were both the same, that I knew what she had
been talking about. She could go on: "It happens immediately, the first
time you have intercourse with a man. It doesn't matter what kind of
contraception you use, you will start developing an embryo. And he will
start to be absorbed. You will ruin him. If you really love him, if you
are dependent on him and you don't want to lose him, it will be... terrible
for you."
I was all agog. "But, Mum, what if he uses a condom? Think about
it, it just can't work like that! What if he used, let's say, a vibrator,
or some other sex toy? Do you want to tell me that, even under these
scientific mind. I never tried it. Perhaps it would never even occur to
careful."
a close eye on my mother and keep tabs on all the manifestations of her
"I have an empty flat, my parents are at their cottage," Jirka announced.
fumes on the way to his house. Of course I was a little agitated -- what
myself that, from a scientific point of view, it was nonsense. Maybe I'd
better not tell him that I'd been to the family planning clinic for some
happen!
And on top of that I calmed myself with the cynical reflection that,
ambivalent. His body was quite pleasant to the touch, but when I had to
talk to him, he bored me, and when I imagined I would have to live with him
The decor of his flat was loud and somewhat tasteless, lots of
horridly garish draperies and a sideboard stuffed with cut glass and the
a hurry: who knows when his parents were supposed to get back? He laid me
flat on the couch and put a large towel under me. Hey, what if I start
some down-at-heel pop music. He lay down next to me and started to run his
hand over my body. "Are you looking forward to it?" he asked. I laughed,
response had disappointed him, but fortunately he didn't make a fuss about
were being brought on by his foreplay, and later the sex act itself seemed
not genuine passion, the potent whirlwind of feeling that sometimes seized
though, what pleased me most was that I had this experience behind me and
that it had been neither repugnant, nor so marvellous that I would somehow
be beside myself from it -- it had simply been pleasant, and I felt well
enough satisfied.
"You want to tell you were a virgin?" he shook his head afterwards.
parents wouldn't find anything. But the strange thing was, as he walked
"It's okay, I'll leave," I burst out hurriedly. Now I would only
have to tidy up. To cover our traces and that kind of thing."
But before I ran out, relieved, into the street, I heard the sound of
from an upset stomach, and I felt an indefinable weight all over my body.
Heaviest of all were my breasts, which from time to time even became quite
painful. I wanted to sleep all the time. And of course my period was
nowhere.
It was just that he felt so very peculiar -- he kept going from one doctor
to another, he was on sick leave, but the diagnosis was somehow really
strange -- and he didn't want to meet me until it was sorted out. I asked
him about the symptoms, but his replies were evasive -- apparently there
were a lot of them, they kept on changing and they were, as doctors like to
say, non-specific. There was only one symptom he was willing to give away
about it constantly.
"Somehow I can't walk any more... Monika, the doctors -- what could
one, too. But on the other hand, it's a fairly normal thing to have an
illegitimate child during one's studies. I'd get over it. I almost
spend my whole life avoiding men. Or maybe I could... but no, that wasn't
absorption... Good God, I jumped, did that mean I had truly come to
believe it? Was it not that I had just gone as crazy as my mother?
As a matter of fact, I probably never liked him very much, but the sight of
him in the hospital would have shaken anybody -- it wasn't important any
sometimes sees in the newspapers from countries where there is famine and
war. He was covered only by pale, yellowish skin and a thin layer of
atrophied muscles. Except he didn't have the same kind of oversize skull
and protuberant joints that famine victims tend to have. And somehow that
was especially horrifying. His skull and his long bones were growing
smaller. I wondered whether the doctors had measured him and whether they
were at least a little surprised. His head now looked as if it had been
trophies. His goggly eyes gleamed milky white and were barely able to
recognise me. It was also evident that he was mentally absent for whole
"I... I am... inside you... and you... Mother... no, please, no..."
For one insane moment it occurred to me that I had become his mother.
glance. I barely made it to the armchair in the living room and covered my
and for a long time we were silent. I understood that, from this time on,
hysterics, only I had never had one before, so I wasn't quite sure what to
expect. But I felt like crying and breaking something brutally into little
My mother was stroking my hair, which was not her habit. "I knew it
had to happen someday," she said. "I've never managed to find out what
causes it. Perhaps some kind of terrible natural force, some kind of
strange mutation which ensures that we women will never die out, no matter
She nodded.
"Jesus Christ! And what if... what if I now went for an abortion?"
something which none of us has ever tried so far. Perhaps it would lead to
something... terrible."
operating theatre in the form of the strange phantasm, the zombie, the
half-human creature that he now was, and living that way for several more
brought me up short.
"Do you mean to say that... that you're not alone? That you know of
every Friday I go out for an evening in the cafe with my women friends?
Well... it isn't a cafe. Once you've had the baby, it'll be time for me to
Shivers were running up and down my spine again, but at the same time
I realised that here was the explanation of my mother's sex life. And
inkling that they were not so much a question of polite conversation over
the sharp, intense feeling of sexual ecstasy I could never hope to have
with a man.
I understood that the man I had inside me -- like the man inside my
mother and the man inside my daughter -- might yet bring me a great deal of
pleasure.