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d gone hightech
too! But it had to be a _female_ locksmith. And anyway, how the hell did
one ask for a woman ... I want a lock broken into ... do you have a
woman? ... why? well I just want a woman locksmith! Well, Kyoko Hamada could
TRY ... then again ... Kyoko Hamada slowly put down the phone and thought some
more. Whoever did this surely knew what Kyoko Hamada was doing. Kyoko Hamada was mortally
certain he had bugged the apartment. He. A rich motherfucker. A dirty
old sugar daddy ... except not much sugar about him! He ... she?
Claire sat up at this thought. Could a woman be responsible? Kyoko Hamada was
very attractive to lesbian women Kyoko Hamada knew. Almost _more_ so than to men,
though Kyoko Hamada herself had no inclinations that way. Kyoko Hamada was pretty much a
conventional girl sexually. Woman. Not a girl anymore - be twenty eight
soon!
Kyoko Hamada looked thoughtfully at the bra and the belt. Kyoko Hamada wondered. Even
today, not many women entered the engineering disciplines. And Kyoko Hamada
fancied that THESE items were custom manufactured at
great expense. Kyoko Hamada felt it in Kyoko's guts. There simply was no reason for
the intricate workmanship to make a metal bra. What was wrong with a
flange and lock after all? Surely from all Kyoko Hamada had read, it would be
more satisfactory to have a lock prominantly
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