"And I did crawl right into you," I interrupted her. "You graciously allowed me to do that. With my face, anyway. How silly we had been, like children. How beautifully silly."

      "When we got to the hotel, we didn't even make it to the bed," she said. "Do you remember that? You zeroed right in onto what most defines me as a woman. Our kisses had unfolded with new dimensions."

      "But they remained even then what they always were, a kiss followed by a kiss," I replied. "The Principle of the Universal Kiss was never violated. You were a dream come true, and the light of our love remained out-flowing. Maybe that's what caused to magic of it all. It was something that happens so rarely that it seemed magical then when it did happen."

      I told Ushi that it had been a long-standing fantasy of mine to come home from work and be treated to such a feast right on the sofa. At times, already in the car driving home from long out of town assignments, I could imagine feeling such warmth, the touch of smooth skin, the womanly fragrance, the sweetness of lips, the gentle moisture that I would find.

      "I dreamed that dream many times," I said to Ushi, "but it never came true, until it came true that day in Cozumel in a generous way. I hope I didn't offend you."

      "But why didn't you make it come true? Surely you must have had opportunities. Why didn't you ask?"

      "I was scared to ask? That's why I didn't. We call ourselves mature, Ushi. The fact is, we feel far less secure than children do. Did you ever watch small children at play? They are far more secure in their little games with one-another than we big grownups are, me included. As grownups, we built so many fences around ourselves to bottle up the dances of the heart. And when we actually manage to cross the barriers we make ourselves feel guilty for having done so and say, that's not how a nice man is supposed to act. Am I right? Still, I felt that during our days in Cozumel not a single principle that we held dear had been violated by our rather explosive discovery of the universal kiss that must one day brighten the whole world in its countless avenues."

      "You are right, Peter," said Ushi and grinned, "that was not the approved way of how a nice man is supposed to act. Indeed, all the nice men that I had ever known have never acted that way, although it was probably in their heart to do so. They were denying themselves and I respected the reason why. However, I do love honest men, like you, who greet and embrace me totally as a woman, with all their heart and soul and every fiber of their being, because I am a woman. I love to be acknowledged as a woman, and to be loved as a woman, even to be greeted as a woman. If we deny to ourselves what we are, Peter, what else do we deny to one-another? If we deny ourselves to such an extent that honesty goes out the window, then we will find that sex becomes attached to other elements. How often did you hear it being said then for example: oh well, she thinks like a woman, she drives like a woman, and so on. There are thousands of such comments made, Peter, and I heard them all. They are all intentionally degrading. And, Peter, these remarks are far too often made by nice men. Except, you never spoke to me that way, or thought about me that way. You always treated me 100% as a human being. So, was I hurt that evening in Cozumel? I felt greatly honored by you, Peter. Sex is to you what it is, something human, like intelligence, integrity and love. To you all things have their truthfulness. On that truthful platform we are equal and can love and honor one-another freely. Of course that was a long way coming, and Steve had a role to play in that for both of us. Maybe he helped us to become as secure as children again. Wasn't that fun being so secure?"

      "You wouldn't have it any other way," I commented.

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Stories about War from novels by Rolf A. F. Witzsche