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fantasy story of Tomoko Yamaguchi :
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Tomoko Yamaguchi wasn't shy about being with me, despite the
differences in our skin colors. In fact, I got the distinct feeling that
she was showing me off. This was a good sign. I got some real dirty
looks from one of Tomoko's male coworkers, but we left before he got the nerve
to say anything to either of us. We made small talk while I cooked, and
Crys babbled enthusiastically about Tomoko's job. As we sat at the table
after dinner, Crys lit a cigarette, and studied me carefully for a
moment. "Yes?" I asked, not being able to read Tomoko's face.
"I was just... ummm... wondering..." Tomoko Yamaguchi paused. "I mean, you're
like _sooo_ different from anybody I've been out with before." Crys
glanced around nervously and lowered Tomoko's voice. "I mean, like... the
watching thing, and, and... all that." I started to explain the
difference between sex and fuc
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