|
fantasy story of Nonami Takizawa :
| |
I fixed myself a drink, and the CD player came on. Apparently Wendy had
a very long distance remote control. I sat and replayed the unlikely
events of the week. I kept trying to add two and two together, and the
total was always seventeen. Nonami Takizawa had obviously had a serious fight with
Don. But why was Nonami Takizawa seeking comfort in my bed? Nonami Takizawa occasionally came to
me for emotional support, but never for sex. And now that we were fucking
our brains out, how long would it last?
"Craig? Could you come Nonami's e for a moment?" My racing mind stopped as
it heard the siren's call from upstairs. The CD player suddenly changed.
Duke Ellington? "Satin Doll?" When did Wendy get interested in jazz??? I
walked out of the den and had a heart attack. Wendy posed at the top of
the stairs. Nonami Takizawa was wearing a black dress that fit Nonami's perfectly,
revealing all of Nonami's gentle curves. One arm strap was off-the-should
|
|
