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This story is a follow-up to Celestes "The Review". It is essentially
a profile of one of the characters she refers to in the story, and to
fully understand it it is probably worth reading that story first
(though not vital).

It describes the mindset of Celestes (fictitious) friend Rose who has
been put down rather cruelly on the phone by Celeste as she (Celeste)
enjoys being screwed by her husband! Its message is more about sexual
and religious tolerance than entertainment and if you expect to be
turned on by it you'll probably be disappointed.

Copyright Nick 1998



Fighting Rose's Corner by Nick

Rose put the phone down gently, her face stinging red as if it had
been slapped. She blinked back embarrassed tears. She suspected all
along that Celeste did not take her concerns seriously, but the way
Celeste had made it so clear hurt.

She often felt left out of things these days. The world seemed to be
passing her by as attitudes changed. She was no prude - at least that
was what she kept telling herself - but were the innocent things she
truly enjoyed so out of place nowadays? Why did people have to resort
to sex, innuendo and general crudity to get pleasure from life?
Celeste's crude joke about Mickey and Minnie Mouse and their nephews,
was a prime example of the jaded tastes which seemed to permeate her
close circle of friends and even the Church in general these days. It
was not that she had never heard such shocking suggestions, but they
generally came from kids or teenagers, certainly not an adult who she
respected!

Rose was not given to anger, but it made her so depressed.

As a child she had lived in a world of total innocence which perhaps
had lasted longer than it should have. Maybe her parents had been over
protective, or maybe she was just a late developer. She did not know.
All she knew was that she was the way she was. She had believed in
"Uncle Walt" and even now his creations still held a special place in
her heart. Sometimes when she was upset she would sit and watch the
knockabout comedy to cheer herself up. It seemed such a shame that in
today's world of sleaze and corruption even the corporation he had
created solely for the pleasure of children should not be immune.
Indeed it even seemed that it had become the target of paedophiles and
other perverts who wanted to take away the innocence of children in
the name of "education" before they were ready.

Although she was a devout Roman Catholic, she did not take all the
teachings of the Church to heart. One had to be practical after all!
Nevertheless she found religion and the sense of community gave her
fulfilment and comfort. She had nothing against the gay community and
indeed supported several AIDS charities - something which many
mistakenly regarded as hypocritical. She could not understand for the
life of her, though, why some of these people had to use the
commercial power and the particular market appeal of Disney to
broadcast their message to young children!

Why was this such a difficult idea?

She sighed, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. For her, this was a
form of prayer. When she felt the world was against her a short
"communication with God" was all it took to put things into
perspective.

OK, she had obviously bored Celeste, but even Celeste was not
generally so rude! She was clearly under some kind of pressure, and
Rose felt a twinge of guilt for not realising this. Maybe she had
something cooking - a dinner party to prepare. No... Rose smiled
again. There were other signs. She knew, for example, that Celeste was
not alone. She had heard the odd unguarded squeak. She knew exactly
what had been going on!

Rose's sex life was something she regarded as normal  - although,
because she never really pried, she had no real way of knowing. She
enjoyed making love with her husband, but for her the pleasure from
sex was symbolic celebration of their marriage and the deep and primal
function of producing children. The bodily sensations that coursed
through her body at such times were never particularly intense for
her. Jimmy loved her deeply and they had experimented with various
techniques when they were younger, but with advancing years she had
concluded that she simply was not "wired" the way the newspapers and
television documentaries would have you believe most people were! To
be fair she got more pleasure from a long heart to heart with Jimmy
over a few glasses of wine than sex with him, and that was no insult
to Jimmy!

In her teens she had been part of a threesome. A close-knit gang of
girls who laughed together, played together and got into trouble
together. She remembered the dreadful afternoon when it had all fallen
apart. She had burst in on Dawn and Wendy and found them together in
their underclothes. Nothing particularly wrong with that, or even with
the fact that they were kissing. The closed eyes, the fluttering
tongues and the exploratory hands moving uncertainly over their bodies
may just have been mischievous horseplay - they had played at being
movie stars in love stories before. What made her run sobbing from the
room to their peals of laughter was the fact that the passion between
the two girls was so obviously real and it was something that she knew
she would be excluded from forever.

That was her initiation into adulthood, and since then she had never
really been quite able to trust people's views and motives the way she
had been able to trust her friends as a child. She had mixed
experiences with the boys she dated after that time. Some were so
painfully shy that she could not even enjoy their company. Others did
not see why she needed to enjoy their company and were obviously after
only one thing!

Jimmy was the first person she met who seemed to like her for herself.
He was thoughtful, witty and intelligent. He bought her things and did
not seem to expect anything, except her company, in return.

They were not virgins on their wedding night - she had been far too
anxious to find out what real sex was all about and had persuaded
Jimmy to show her. She knew she had not been his first and she was a
little worried that he would be disappointed at her own
disappointment. If he was he never showed it, and he never made
comparisons with his ex.

She felt comfortable with Jimmy because she knew him so well and he
seemed to understand her. He was the only one though, and the
ridiculous idea that everyone else she spoke to was just waiting for
her to go away so they could run off and have sex with somebody more
willing, never seemed to quite disappear!

Perhaps that was why she talked so much!

Still, this was the cross she had to bear. In the real world, as well
as in the context of the Church, she understood that without
compassion and understanding of peoples differences all would be lost.
Ending up a bitter resentful "old biddy" was simply not an option for
her - despite her fundamental mistrust, she liked people too much. She
had helped with AIDS charities, among others, and had found a true and
unexpected sympathy with the sufferers she had met, who appreciated
that she was able to offer the friendship that their former friends
all too often could not. She also loved her "conventional" friends in
the Church, and knew that since they were all good Christians, they
would come to her aid if ever she was in trouble. She cherished this
bond.

Celeste was a case in point. She liked Celeste, and would continue to
like her. She also knew that although she was different to her in many
ways, some of which she did not like, she was still a true friend. 

She looked at her watch. She would give her a bit of time, and then
call her and apologise for prattling. She was at peace with herself
now......

Christ was that the time!!

She quickly got up and went into the living room. Now where was it?
Not the tidiest of people it took Rose a few vital seconds to find the
PPV card. She slipped it in the machine and switched on the telly.

Five minutes later all thought of Celeste had completely vanished from
her mind. She was sitting on the edge of her seat, wide eyes fixed on
the screen.

"Kill the bastard!" she snarled with gusto, swinging her arm in
sympathy as one huge sweaty muscle-bound boxer mercilessly hammered
his foe against the ropes.

Well, nothing was going through her mind that a few "Hail Mary's"
wouldn't sort out in the morning!

THE END

Any comments mail to Nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk

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