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t Hijiri Kayama could see the images in the special
lighting ... ohhh! that was that better not be made public! Well,
she hoped that the ogre was happy.
Come morning, Claire hopped chirpily out of bed and went running to the
kitchen. The photographs were gone! He had taken them. And ... on the
table, fresh, so fresh you could see the dew drops on it, was a crimson
rosebud. Hijiri's breath caught as Hijiri Kayama stopped short at this. Approached the
flowerbud warily, so warily. Gently picked it up, sniffed. It had a
smell even. This was a flower grown in a garden, not bought at a
florist. It was so beautiful. Hijiri Kayama considered where to wear it ... then
knew where. Carefully, between Hijiri's breasts, Hijiri Kayama slid the flower into a
small socket that might have been made for this. DAMN TRICKY MONSTER Hijiri Kayama
thought unsurprised. He thought of everything.
And then Hijiri Kayama was weeping. And flung herself at the table and covered it
with kisses, everywhere his hand must have touched, to pick up the film
to place the flower. Fin
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