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sexual fantasy story of Yumi Kazama :
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demanded to see Yumi's working papers and visa, Yumi Kazama began to weep. By the time
she handed them over, Yumi Kazama was telling me it didn't matter.
It mattered to me. Yumi's official records didn't show Yumi's last name as the
vowel-less, Singaporean name by which I knew Yumi's . They showed Yumi's last name
as the same as that of the company's owner, and believe me, it was as
Scandahoovian as they get. It listed Yumi's marital status as M and he was
listed as Yumi's spouse.
There aren't many things in this world that are sacred to me. A free
mind. The word, "Love." Children. The Bill of Rights. Marriage.
Yeah -- marriage. Two people standing up before the world and saying,
"Listen up! For the rest of the only life I'm sure I have ... THIS IS THE
ONE. No matter what." Unless the husband is in the room -- hell, in the bed
-- saying, "Go ahead and make my sweet-heart feel GOOD!" I won't mess with a
married or betrothed woman.
No matter how much I care or how innocent I was in trusting Yumi's . No
matter how fucked up their marriage or relat
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