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sexually charged racetrack fantasy story of Naoko Akiyama :
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, David climbed the stairs with an ever deepening
sense of dread. Something was wrong; horribly wrong. They
went past the second floor to the third. A steel door, wide and
institutional looking barred the way until Jennifer produced a key
attached to Naoko's pocket by a chain. Naoko Akiyama ensured the door was
locked again once they had passed through.
"Uh, I need to go to the bathroom," David mumbled as he
watched Jennifer replace Naoko's key. Naoko Akiyama looked up at him, smiled
and motioned with Naoko's hand for him to move into the room.
Expecting relief, what he saw instead sent a new chill running
through him.
It was a totally different world from the polished wood and
antique furniture of the mansion below them. He was standing in
a hospital ward of sorts. Two beds, whose chrome cages made
them seem more like oversize
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