signature; a friendly look meant that they would sign. By 4:00 p. m. on the following Sunday, when I took the Blue Line going back to the dorm, I had obtained ten signatures in addition to the twenty-nine that Karam got, a total of thirty-nine signatures, in addition to five persons who had asked for time to think about it. That was an achievement beyond our expectations in the short period since we started. We still had a whole month to go. If we continued at this rate, we would get hundreds of signatures. I remembered an article I had read a few years ago about something mysterious in the makeup of Egyptians that made it difficult to predict their reactions. The article asserted that revolution in Egypt always began unexpectedly, that a ferment went on beneath the Egyptians’ calm surface, which made them, at the very moment they seemed to give in to oppression, erupt suddenly in revolution. That theory seemed to be valid. I was overcome with a sense of pride and joy. There I was, doing something for my compatriots who were being beaten up, dragged, and violated on the streets of Cairo, who were detained and tortured in horrific ways just because they expressed their opinions. Soon we were going to embarrass the Egyptian regime before the whole world. In front of the cameras and the international press corps, a person, speaking for the Egyptians in Chicago, would stand up and demand that the president abdicate and that democracy be adopted. There wouldn’t be a more important news item in all the media.
As I walked through the entrance to the dorm, I caught a glimpse of Henry, Wendy’s former boyfriend, sitting at his desk. He shot a disdainful look at me, but I ignored him. I walked slowly so he’d know I couldn’t care less about him. All of a sudden I felt I was strong; I no longer feared him. He could go to hell. From now on, if he oversteps the bounds or utters an insulting word, I’ll teach him a lesson he will not forget.
I got out of the elevator and turned the key in the door of the apartment and as soon as I stepped inside, I noticed something strange; the lights were on, even though I remembered well that I had turned them off before leaving. I went in slowly and cautiously. Suddenly I saw a man sitting in the chair in the living room. I froze, shocked, then shouted at the top of my voice, “Who are you? And how did you get in here?”
He got up steadily and advanced toward me. He smiled and extended his hand to shake mine, saying, “Good evening, Nagi. I am sorry I came this way, but it is very important that I speak to you. My name is Safwat Shakir, counselor at the Egyptian embassy in Washington.”
Chapter 27
That morning, Chris gave in to an inner call that she did not understand. She put on conservative clothes: a long-sleeved dark green suit and dark sunglasses. She looked like an undercover officer in a police drama. She found the store a few steps from the entrance to the train station, exactly as she had read in the paper. The glass facade was covered with a black curtain and there was a neon sign that read maxim’s for tools of delight. She stopped hesitantly before the door for a few moments, then the door opened and a twenty-something woman appeared. She greeted her with a friendly smile and invited her in. Chris said to herself that it was only natural at a place like that to monitor the entrance with secret cameras. She looked around and immediately felt disoriented and somewhat queasy. She saw dozens of sex toys for all purposes: for heterosexual men and women, gays, and lesbians. In the back was a screen showing an X-rated movie. The saleswoman looked strange, smiling politely and speaking calmly while moans of pleasure came loudly from the movie playing behind her.
“How can I help you?”
“I’d like to buy a vibrator,” Chris blurted out in a tone she tried to make sound neutral and nonchalant. But her voice came out loud, which increased her embarrassment. The saleswoman asked her simply, “What kind of vibrator do you want?”
Chris went closer to the saleswoman and whispered in a shaking voice, “Actually, I’d be using a vibrator for the first time and I don’t know what kind to choose.”
The saleswoman’s smile broadened and she said, “If you want counseling from our sex expert, that will cost you fifty dollars a session.”
Chris grew more confused; the woman went on, “If you want basic information on vibrators, one session would be enough. But if you have sexual problems, or if you want to improve your performance in bed, you’d need several sessions. The expert will be able to tell you how many sessions you’ll need after you meet with her.”
“I am only interested in the vibrator.”
“One session then: fifty dollars.”
She took out a fifty-dollar bill, which the saleswoman took and put in the drawer, then motioned to Chris to follow her. She led her through a long corridor until they got to a door with the sign JANE DEHAN, LICENSED SEX EXPERT. The saleswoman entered, disappeared for a few moments, then said as she extended her hand in welcome, “This way, please.”
The expert, who was over fifty years old, with glasses, a white coat, and gray hair gathered in a bun at the back of her head, looked more like a dietitian employed by a television channel. After introductions and reserved pleasantries, the expert exhaled and said like someone who wanted to get to work, “Okay, Chris, what do you know about vibrators?”
“All I know is that it’s a tool that enables a woman to achieve orgasm without a man.”
“And how does a vibrator work?”
“It tickles the vagina in a certain way that takes a woman to orgasm.”
The expert smiled and said cheerfully, “That’s a good beginning. But actually, a vibrator is much more than a tool for masturbation. The vibrator represents the culmination of scientific progress and society’s changing view of women.”
Chris looked at her in silence. The expert went on, “Throughout human history, information about women’s sexuality was sparse and insufficient. This was due to old societies’ view of woman as Satan’s means of seducing man. This taboo led to our almost total ignorance of how a woman achieves orgasm. The idea that gained currency and which prevailed for many centuries was that a woman achieved orgasm by stimulation of the clitoris. This belief persisted until 1950, when a great German scientist named Ernst Grafenburg was able to discover the G-spot. Then the discovery was confirmed by the research of the two scientists, Perry and Whipple, in 1978. We’ve come to know that every woman has a G-spot, which is a very sensitive area on the front wall of the vagina whose arousal brings about a strong orgasm, different from that of the clitoris. This begins with a feeling like the desire to urinate then turns into strong successive waves of pleasure leading, in the case of some women, to the discharge of a thick liquid without a smell, similar to milk. Have you experienced that before?”
“No. Actually, I don’t know. Until recently I enjoyed a satisfactory sex life.”
The expert laughed and said, “Of course you don’t know. Most likely you’ve only experienced clitoral orgasm. That’s our fate as women: our ignorance of our own bodies leads to our not enjoying them. Take this brochure; you’ll find everything about the G-spot and there are also some useful exercises that will teach you how to discover it for yourself.”
Chris took the brochure and put it in her bag. The expert went on, “The discovery of the G-spot, women’s equality with men, and their emancipation from their control forever have led to thinking about a way that enables a woman to enjoy her body on her own. A woman is no longer a tool for man’s pleasure or his physical subordinate; she is now his equal and has the same rights, most important of which is sexual fulfillment. A woman’s satisfaction is no longer dependent upon a man’s desire or the strength of his performance. And this is where the vibrator comes in. It is not just a gadget for masturbation but in reality is a scientific apparatus that guarantees a woman her sexual fulfillment regardless of the efficacy of her sexual partner or even his being there. Many of my clients use the vibrator with their husbands to achieve additional pleasure. There are husbands who buy vibrators for their wives to use with them or while they are away or for those nights when the husband has had too much to drink and cannot achieve an erection. Vibrators have so changed sexual behavior that now there is what we can call a vibrator culture. Please feel free to ask me any questions you may have.”
Chris hesitated a little, then, encouraged by the expert’s presentation, she asked, “What’s the difference between a clitoral orgasm and that of the G-spot?”
The expert smiled and said, “An orgasm achieved by the G-spot is much stronger and takes place over long, successive waves. Most women who try it regret that they hadn’t known about it earlier.”
Silence fell again; she asked if Chris had any other questions and Chris said she didn’t, so the expert sighed and said as she got up, “Great. Come and choose your new friend.”
