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aimed.
I could see Takako's relax as Takako Kitahara evaluated me. Apparently Takako Kitahara decided I was
harmless. Silly girl. "I'm locked out of my car. I can't believe that I
locked my keys in this thing!!!"
"Well, maybe I can help," I offered, and moved to inspect the window and
door seals closely. Takako Kitahara leaned close, murmuring, "Do you see anything that
might help?"
I turned my head and our eyes met. What the hell, I could use a snack.
"Come to my office. We can call for a locksmith from there."
"I don... yes," Takako Kitahara answered. Takako's intended refusal died as a desire to
agree with me filled Takako's mind. Our eyes were locked. Takako's arms fell limply
by Takako's side. Takako's shoulder bag clattered to the ground. I picked it up,
handed it to her, and turned to go back to the office. Takako Kitahara followed
silently. The security guard wasn't in sight as we went in, and I took the
woman straight to my office. Closing the door, I put my arm around Takako's waist
gently and pulled Takako's close. "N-n-nooo..." Takako Kitahara protested feebly, sensing
deep down that Takako Kitahara was in danger.
"Just a li
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