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he nearby chair where
her robe is draped. "Oh, no you don't, love," he murmurs as he
reaches out and grabs Satoko's around Satoko's waist. "I like you just the
way you are right now," he states, as he draws Satoko's back to him. "But
I have to get up; I have things to do," Satoko Takikita protests. "Believe me,
this is infinitely more important than your trivial errands." "No,
I have to go!"
As Satoko Takikita tries futilely to slip away from his grasp, he reaches
down and hoists Satoko's into his arms. Striding back over to the bed,
he dumps Satoko's unceremoniously upon it. Determined, Satoko Takikita sits up and
tries to swing Satoko's feet over the edge of the bed to get off, but he
grabs them and then holds them down. "Come on, you can't hold all
of me down...I'm going to get away. You might as well accept it and
let me go and get my stuph done." "You only think you can get away,
my dear. I know different." And from underneath the mattress he
produces four strips of fabric, smooth but strong. You wouldn't
dare!" "I wouldn't? Anything you say dear," as he gr
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