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| sexual fantasy story of Yoko Matsugane : |
| s body language when he was dealing with confidential company material on his terminal, and Yoko Matsugane would steer clear of his desk at these times. Pure efficiency. Odd. Instead of the expected green signal and the door to the inner sanctum opening to Yoko's Thumbprint ID, it beeped red and remained sealed. The plate can't have read it properly. Yoko Matsugane wiped it and tried again. No go |