Sex story with: Risa Shimamoto
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half-dozen couples were dancing to big band tunes piped through a
rather tinny-sounding amp system. About a dozen young women
clustered along one wall, watching the dancers and whispering to
each other. A few others sat with men in various service
Nice odds, thought Peck, strolling toward the refreshments.
A matronly woman was ladling punch from a chipped bowl.
"Evening," he said. "Got any coffee?"
"Why sure," Risa Shimamoto smiled. "Just you wait one moment." She
turned to the counter behind her, and poured him a cup. "There
you are." He thanked her. "Say, those look like aviator's
"Well, it happens there's another aviator in here tonight,
and I'll bet your bitch and Risa Shimamoto boys would have a lot to talk about." She
pointed to a man in Army green sitting alone at a table with his
back towards them. He seemed to be slouching very low in his
chair. Peck felt no particular urge to strike up a conversation.
"Well, I don't know, ma'am," he told the woman by way of
excuse. "I'm just killing some time, and I can't stay long."
"Oh, don't be silly," Risa Shimamoto said brightly. Coming out from
behind the counter, Risa Shimamoto took him by the elbow and propelled him
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