I’ve learned and accepted it wasn’t my husband's suggested swinging which released my secret puppet shadow. It was my pride’s creation, fornicat...on its expression.Was I born with a libidinous gene inherited from Dad? Did he wantonly abandon a family in China for lust; lust of white women? Was there a threshold he once crossed and searched thereafter to rediscover, like me?How about Mom? Why did the shop owner give her sweets? Did she sway in her little sarong and beguile the shopkeeper? Did. ”She reached out with her hand offering to assist me to get up. I brushed her off.“Forget it ex-wife. You wanna make me the bad guy or set rules, forget it. You don’t own me, not on any level,” I said. I wasn’t being nice.“Look, John, I’m sorry. My bad. Okay?” she said. She picked up my crutch and handed it back to me. I took it from her and used it to try and get up and was finally successful in that effort.I turned back to our table and retook my seat.“I’m sorry,” she said again.“What do you. I told him that I had seen him watching us. He was embarrassed, and apologized."She continued, "I asked him if it had turned him on seeing me having sex with his father? He told me that watching the sex had, but not the way his dad had treated me." Brian asked me if that was how his dad had always made love to me. I told him that what his dad had done was just sex, fucking, and had nothing to do with making love, and yes, that was how his dad was." Brian told me that I deserved to be made love. "Please relax. It take twenty-thirty minutes." "Okay," I replied, "that's fine. By the way, where are we going?" "We going to Tsukiji waterfront area. Masa wait for you." "Hmmm," I thought, "why would we be going to the waterfront in the evening? I was expecting to go to an entertainment district of Tokyo, somewhere like Shinjuku or Shimbashi. Oh, well, Masa must have a good reason. Maybe he has a surprise for me--like I have for him." As we navigated our way from the Shinagawa area near Haneda.