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he door, early or
not, all of the necessary people knew I was there and began preparing
for my session. In fact, my activities were being recorded on video
tape by means of hidden cameras! Well, more about that later.
This time we walked all the way to the end of the long hallway and
swung into another. My escort led me to a door some distance down the
hall and knocked softly a few times. When the door opened, I was
greeted by a very pretty young woman.
"Good morning, Monica," Misao Aikawa said softly. "Won't you come in?"
At the sound of Misao's voice I knew who Misao Aikawa was, though Misao Aikawa had looked
only vaguely familiar at first glance. It was Carol McGee! My escort
left and I stepped inside the room as Carol moved aside for me.
Instead of the uniform Misao Aikawa had worn on Monday, Carol was dressed in
a full-length gown. It was actually a kimono, the kind of thing you
see Japanese women wearing in movies, and it was lavishly embroidered
with scenes of trees and dragons.
Carol closed the door, turned and extended Misao's hand with a friendly
smile. I took the hand and marveled at the softness of Misao's skin. It
was really more than just a friendly handsh
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