Kurt and Eileen Meet-Persecuted Affection

April 2001. Early Evening, Just After Sunset…

Kurt Marchal was swimming in the Olympic sized pool at the YMCA his family belonged to. He was a lonely and awkward 14 year old with few friends. The reason for this, I assume, was that neither he nor his family was part of the clique which had formed around the catholic elementary school he attended. Though he was 14 years old, he was only in 7th grade. This was a result of persecution done to him by several school officials, forcing him to repeat the 4th grade. He had always been persecuted by teachers, staff and administrators but it had greatly worsened by 4th grade and had been downhill ever since.

As Kurt was swimming in the pool, a girl had jumped in. She looked to be about his age and he watched her. In the back of his mind he wondered if she could maybe be a companion to him. He wondered if she could somehow be the one whom he had prayed for many times to come into his life. After she resurfaced he watched her swim. She noticed him and smiled. He smiled back. She then waved. Awkwardly Kurt waved back. The girl smiled even more brightly. She then motioned for him to come to her. Gladly he did so and began stroking through the water until he was in arm’s length of her.

“Hey.” The girl spoke to him.

“Hi.” Kurt replied.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“Kurt Marchal.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Eileen Cartensen.”

“I’ve never seen you here before.”

“I just started coming here. My doctor suggested I swim for exercise. Eileen paused awkwardly and said “Everyone is mean to me because of my weight. I’m hoping you’ll be nice to me, because I saw you looking at me.”

“I sure will be nice to you because I know what you’re going through. Both teachers and classmates at my school are mean to me as well.”

“Why were you looking at me?” Eileen asked cautiously.

Kurt blushed and said “Because I think you’re pretty.”

“Even though I’m fat?” She asked with a little distress.

“That doesn’t bother me. If anything, I think it makes you even prettier!”

“Why? Because it makes my boobs big?” Eileen asked then gasped, covered her mouth and blushed.

Kurt blushed also and replied “Well that’s one reason.”

“Do you like anything else about me?”

“I like how you’re being nice to me. No one else is.”

“No one is nice to me either. Everyone makes fun of my weight, but you like it.” She paused and then continued “You seem to be nice to me as well, but I am going to ask you a dumb question.”

“What is it?”

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“I don’t. No one wants me.”

“How would you feel if I said ‘I want you’?”

“I would be very happy.”

“Good, because I do want you.”

“Oh God, Eileen. I hope you’re serious.”

“Serious as a heart attack. Do you want me as well?”

“Yes, definitely.”

“Then give me a hug!”

Kurt happily embraced her and then said “It feels so good when our bodies come close together.”

“I’ve never been touched before. What about you?”

“Never, well until you.”

“Good, then our relationship will be special.”

Kurt and Eileen continued hugging while staring deeply into each other’s eyes and smiling.

Suddenly, they heard a loud whistle, followed by “Stop hugging right now or I’ll kick both of you out.” It was the lifeguard. He seemed to be ex military and somehow extremely uptight.

“Let’s go sit outside on the lawn chairs and hold hands.” Kurt said.

“Okay. I’ll give up my exercise for a little while. It would be worth it for you though.”

So they walked to the exit and then went outside. As soon as Kurt and Eileen were out of the lifeguard’s sight they hugged again. Then, holding hands, they went lay down, each on adjacent lawn chairs.
“Aren’t the stars pretty.” Eileen asked.

“Not as pretty as you.” Kurt replied, then continued “Of course I don’t think anyone or anything is prettier than you.”

“I think you should kiss me for telling me that.”

“Sure.”

Kurt leaned over to kiss her, but then she said “I want you to ask me first though.”

“Ask you what?”

“If you can kiss me.”

“All right, here goes: Eileen Cartensen, may I kiss you?”

“You definitely may.”

Kurt leaned over once again and Eileen threw her arms around him as their lips began to lock.

“This is my first kiss.” Eileen said, beaming.

“Mine too.” Kurt replied with excitement.

There was an awkward silence, but then Kurt asked “Are you on ICQ?”

“Yes.” Eileen replied.

“Then can I have your ICQ number, you know, so we can keep in touch?”

“Yes, of course.”

“How can we write them down?”

“Let’s get dressed and then go to the lobby and we can get a pen and paper there.”

“Great.”

They kissed once more, then each walked into the respective locker rooms.

Both dressed probably quicker than ever before, then met up in the lobby.

Eileen then asked the desk clerk for a pen and scratch paper, to which she was handed it.

They then wrote down each others’ names and ICQ numbers on the half sheet of torn paper, then both called their parents from the desk phone for a ride home.

Eileen’s parents pulled up in a white mini van soon after, and she hugged Kurt goodbye, then said “Message me tonight.” Kurt nodded his head and hugged her once more.

Soon enough afterwards Kurt’s parents pulled up in a dark blue sedan and drove him home.

Upon arrival, Kurt turned on the family computer and dialed into the AOL server. After being connected he started the ICQ application and entered his number and password.

There was the sound of “Uh-Oh” as a message popped up on his screen.

It was from Eileen and read “Hey. I had a wonderful time tonight and I only hope and pray that we will have many more!”

“Of course we will, I will do everything in my power for us to be together.”

“You’re so sweet. I am so happy that you came up to me in the pool.”

“And I’m glad you motioned for me to come. Otherwise I never would have.”

“I’m falling for you quickly. I just pray you won’t break my heart and leave me.”

“I promise you that I never will. You’re the only one who ever wanted me. No one else wanted me, but somehow you do and I’ll never forget that.”

“I think I love you, Kurt. Do you love me?”

Kurt’s heart skipped a beat and then he replied “Yes, I do love you. I promise to always love you!”

“Good then my heart is so happy.”

“So is mine.”

“I guess I can prove everyone at school wrong. They always tell me that I’ll be an old lonely bachelor, but now I have you and as long as I can help it, neither of us will ever be lonely again.”

“Where do you go to school?”

“queen of heaven catholic elementary.”

“There were some kids from over there that harassed me at a Lion’s Club dance.”

“Somehow I’m not surprised. Both students and teachers harass me at that hell hole.”

“Don’t worry about them anymore because we have each other.”

“What grade are you in?”

“Eighth.”

“I’m supposed to be in Eighth, but I failed the Fourth Grade.”

“That’s all right, maybe I could help you study from now on. I’m very good at English and Reading and I even like to read and write. In fact I want to write love stories for a living when I’m all grown up.”

“All I’m good at is History, but I would like it a lot if you helped me.”

“What do you want to be when you’re all grown up?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Maybe since you like History you could be a newspaper journalist or an online blogger. I could help you write your articles and we could be a team!”

“I’m very happy that you see a future with me.”

“Of course I see a future with you. I could use our relationship as an inspiration to the love stories I write!”

“I know this is a little off topic, but if there’s ever another Lion’s Club dance, I’ll go with you and show you off to everyone. And if anyone is mean to you, I’ll just hug and kiss you in front of all of them. Then I’ll tell them all off.”

“Oh, how I want you right now!”

“I’m yours, both now and forever!”

“Hey my parents just told me I have to get to bed, but message me the next time you’re going to the Y so we can swim together.”

“Will do. You know what?”

“What?”

“I love you!”

“I love you too.”

Eileen then signed off and Kurt printed out a transcript of their conversation. He then folded up the papers and placed them in his nightshirt close to his heart.

Back to “Persecuted Affection”

Synopsis of “Separated Affection”

Separated Affection is one of my “Public Displays of Affection” stories that I am currently on hiatus with writing.

Though I consider it one of my Public Displays of Affection stories, it doesn’t attack false religion, but it does attack Communism and oppressive governments quite a bit.

Part of this came to me in a dream I had in June of 2006, part of it is based on childhood experiences and the third part is directly from my imagination.

And yet, another part came to me in March of 2014 while I was watching CNN at my now ex-in-laws’ house.

It begins late one evening in June of 1989, where two-year-old Easton Milford and his dad, Perry Milford, are in the kitchen listening to a news report on the radio.

The news reporter tells of what going on in the Communist countries, such as the Soviet Union getting its first credit card to modernize its banking system and Red China being put under martial law.

Perry Milford remarks, “Those damn good for nothing communist bastards.”

Easton repeats him.

Perry tells Easton to, watch his language.

Easton replies, asking ‘What language, Dad, I only speak English.’

At the same time, Easton’s mother Penny Milford walks into the kitchen and announces that it’s time for bed. Easton protests, but then agrees when his mother says she’ll read to him.

The next morning Perry is pushing Easton on a swing set when some new neighbors are moving into the house adjacent to theirs.

The Milfords all walk over to the house and greet their new neighbors.

It is a thirty-three-year-old man Anton “Tony” Davidov and his four-going-on-five-year-old daughter, Kamilla Davidov. They are defectors from The Ukraine.

Upon learning this, Perry refers to Boris Yelsten as an ‘S.O.B.’ and says that he can’t stand him.

Curiously, Easton asks, “What’s S.O.B.?”

To which, Perry says, “Nothing, son, don’t worry about it.”

Kamilla looks at Easton and says, “Oh, that’s a cute little boy. Maybe now I can have someone to play with.” She then looks at her dad and asks, “Papa, can I play with him while you unpack?”

All of the adults agree. Kamilla and goes into Easton’s room with him and they socialize. She begins to rock him in the rocking chair and Penny takes a picture of them together.

Meanwhile, Perry is trying to cut the grass but is angered because his lawnmower won’t start.

Being a high school history teacher and not mechanically inclined frustrates him even more.

Anton, hears him cursing the mower, walks over and offers to fix the mower.

Perry agrees.

Anton gets the mower running, then explains that he worked his way from assembler to machinist at a tractor factory while living in The Ukraine.

Perry then says how he has tickets to a baseball game and offers to take Anton for fixing his mower. Anton agrees.

Back in the bedroom, Easton is soon fast asleep and Kamilla is laying next to him on the mattress.

Perry begins to cut the grass near Easton’s bedroom and the noise of the lawnmower startles Kamilla.

She says how when she was really little that tanks used to pass through the streets in her old country.

Easton says how he thought that was “neat.”

Kamilla corrects him and says, tanks are not neat and that they ‘kill people and burn down houses with their missiles.’

Easton replies, that it’s not neat but scary and that he hopes she’ll ‘stay over here from now on.’

Kamilla tells Easton that her dad says he’ll always stay in America as long as the Soviet government controls The Ukraine.”

Easton giggles Kamilla then wants to know, what’s so funny?

Easton explains, his dad calls the Soviet people ‘damn good for nothing communist bastards’.”

Kamilla giggles too.

Suddenly the lawnmower flings a piece of gravel from the yard and it hits the windowpane, shattering it.

Kamilla ducks down thinking they are being shot at by the police.

Penny comes in and demands to know how was the glass broken.

Easton replies, very matter of factly that a rock from the lawnmower hit it.

Kamilla looks at Penny and says, “You mean we weren’t being shot at?”

Penny explains that a rock got caught in the lawnmower blades and hit the window. No one shoots at them.

To which Kamilla asks, ‘not even the police?’

Penny explains that the police aren’t allowed to shoot at innocent people in America

Kamilla confesses, that Easton says that his dad calls the Soviets ‘damn good for nothing communist bastards.’

Penny gives Easton a stern look, but then reassuringly tells Kamilla, that it’s ‘all right to say that in America, the Soviets aren’t in power here.’

Penny then makes the children leave the room so she can clean up the broken glass.

They go into the kitchen and listen to the radio and learned of a Chinese man standing up to a tank in Tiananmen Square, Bejing.

Kamilla says how she would never do something like that.

Easton tells her that he would pull her out of the way if she tried.

Kamilla then kisses Easton and they listen to the radio until Penny puts on Dr. Seuss tapes for them.

Perry finishes cutting the grass then comes in.

Penny tells him how the mower flung a rock and broke Easton’s window.

Perry yells, “Damn it to hell and son of a bitch! What next?”

Penny corrects him and says how his son repeats everything he says and that he shouldn’t talk like that in front of Kamilla either.

Moments later, Anton comes in to pick up Kamilla and she tells him about the broken window.

Anton offers to help Perry install the new pane, to which he agrees.

Anton then measures the dimensions of the window and has Perry write them down.

He then tells Perry to go to the hardware store and have them cut a piece of glass to those dimensions.

Perry says he’ll go right now and he’ll take Penny and Easton with him.

Easton is very excited to go look at all the stuff there.

Anton tells Kamilla to ‘come and see her new room.’

First, she kisses Easton goodbye and he kisses her in return.

That’s all I had written to this story, but there are plans I have to go with it:

Fast forward to July of 1991, over two years later.

Easton and Kamilla had strongly bonded with each other and became very close. They are just about in love if one could call it that.

Kamilla comes running out of her dad’s house screaming and crying because she learned that they are moving back to The Ukraine to care for a dying relative. She continues crying and states that she hoped that they would grow up together and maybe even get married.

Easton kisses the tears off her face and says how they should play together while they still can.

He then asks, ‘Where is The Ukraine?’ and Kamilla replies that ‘it’s on the other side of the world.’

Easton then says quite prophetically that, “One day, there will be a way for people to talk to each other and see each other even though they are on other sides of the world. We can use that when it is invented.”

Kamilla seems distressed and unsure.

They sit together in the grass for a bit then Kamilla says, “I have an old calculator I want you to have. My dad gave it to me and now I want you to have it. I know you like to play with that kind of stuff and I want you to remember me with it.”

Easton then replies “OK, then I want you to have the swirl to my Shelcore Activity center.”

They exchange their items.

I have yet to write the scene where Kamilla and her dad move away, but one day I will. It will require a lot of emotional energy to do so, I can see that for sure.

Fast forward to Easton’s teen years (2000-2007): He is obsessed with Kamilla to the point where it is unhealthy but generally harmless. He teaches himself how to work on computers and every day carries a vintage Mini Maglite flashlight. The reason behind him doing this is that the said flashlight was invented in 1984, the same year Kamilla was born and also it was invented by an Eastern European machinist, named “Tony” very similar to Kamilla’s dad. He also carries the calculator Kamilla gave him in the same pocket as his flashlight. The calculator is an Elektronika MK-61.

Then, fast forward to 2005: Easton is a senior in high school and has a side hustle of repairing other people’s computers. With some of the money he earns, he collects calculators, especially those from the vintage Soviet era. He soon graduates and gets a job at an office supply company but also and begins attending community college taking up Information Technology and English.

In 2006, nineteen-year-old Easton gets his own apartment.

In 2008, he begins his career at age twenty-one as an online blogger.

In 2009, as a lonely twenty-two-year-old, he signs up for Facebook and uses it to search for Kamilla Davidov, still obsessed with her.

In 2014, Russia annexes Crimea, Ukraine and the factory where Anton works is bombed, killing him. Twenty-seven-year-old Easton learns of this on the news and decides to do a frantic search for Kamilla Davidov on Facebook. Finally, he sees her picture and is overcome by her beauty. She is twenty-nine-going-on-thirty. The war between Russia and The Ukraine prompted her to get on social media.

Easton friend requests her and writes a message “Hi. I don’t know if you remember me or not or even if I have the right person. However, I knew someone by your name as a child and she was someone whom I really cared about. Did you live in the United States from 1989-1991? Please let me know either which way and I’m sorry if I have the wrong person.”

She instantly accepts, and replies, “Yes. I most definitely remember you. I still have your Shelcore Swirl toy. Do you still have my calculator?”

“Of course I do, I carry it on me all the time.”

They begin exchanging messages and he eventually convinces her to come to the United States where she will be safe.

That’s all I have. I’m willing to write some more of this one day, but I’ll need a very high amount of emotional energy to do so.

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