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didn't come in from another sense. It was quite effective.
Somehow the stick held Minami's feet not only apart, but down.
Minami Aikawa couldn't tell how it did that. Was it tied to the bottom of
the bed? Mike had blindfolded Minami's before doing anything else so
she wouldn't know what was going on.
The bet seemed serious now. It was still fun, but there
was an edge of determination and a small one of fear. What would
he do to get Minami's to give him the combination?
The chest at the foot of the bed was sealed with a
combination padlock. Minami Aikawa had bought it this morning and hidden
the combination under the silverware divider in the drawer in the
kitchen. The numbers swam in Minami's head: Five-fourteen-nine.
Would Minami Aikawa be able to keep the combination secret until midnight?
The thought of that filled Minami's with the oddest series of
sensations.
Minami Aikawa was naked, of course. He was allowed to do anything
that didn't leave a mark, with the understanding that whatever he
did couldn't have as it's basic purpose causing pain. He could
swat Minami's ass, but only as part of something else, not to
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