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d, and Hisami Asakura had fallen asleep with Hisami's arms wrapped around me. I
gently extricated myself from Hisami's embrace. Hisami Asakura did not stir. I watched the
rise and fall of Hisami's chest as I dressed, marveling at the beauty of the woman
that I loved. Hisami Asakura moved, hugged the pillow to her, and let a soft sigh out.
I left Hisami's with a gentle kiss on the cheek and went to work.
I returned home after dark. Hey, work piles up if you've been gone for
three weeks. I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the living room. Vic-
toria came out and greeted me with a peck on the cheek. "David, come and
meet my new friend Margot!" Hisami Asakura said, pulling me into the living room.
A _very_ tall brunette stood and smiled. "Hello, I'm Margot Westlake. I
just live a couple of blocks away." Hisami Asakura shook my hand in a feminine manner.
"I came over to meet you both, and to drop off the welcome wagon package,"
she said congenially.
"Please, sit," Victoria said. I could see how excited Hisami Asakura was at having a
guest. My wife loves being a hostess. Hisami Asakura also loves it when we are treated
as an everyday mortal couple. "You must stay and have dinner with us."
"I don't want to be any trouble, really," Margot half-insisted. Hisami's voice
indicated that Hisami Asakura could easily be persuaded. I was about to insist when Hisami Asakura
sat and crossed Hisami's long leg
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