" And me?" I asked. "What about me? I must've stressed the shit out of the system. I'm not in the career I'm supposed to be in, I'm not marrying the p...rson I'm supposed to, I'm not having the child I'm supposed to, and, if all goes well, I will be much wealthier than I'm supposed to be. How does all that fit in?"She rubbed her ribcage a little, massaging away the tenderness that still plagued her from the accident. "You're a special case," she said."How so?" You've never had any inclinations at. .." Uh huh?" Get your clothes off and make love to me? Please?" There was a desperate appeal in her eyes.I undressed."I'm afraid we'll have to swap sides," I said. "I don't want to lay on my right side — it stings."She giggled — was it nervousness? And shuffled over so I could slide into bed and face her laying on my left side.I reached out, and stroked her cheek, gently, combed her hair back with my fingers, and caressed her neat ear. She shivered. I slid my left arm under her neck and drew. Phil had informed me that his secretary who had been making advances on him regularly on his 1st trip to Tokyo was very accommodating when Phil had returned. Her name was Ria and she was by all accounts a hot piece of eastern woman. She was 25 yrs old and 5ft 4. She had dyed her hair blonde.Does she know about us I had asked. Sure he replied. She is dying to meet you and suck your pussy. Phil used to ring me regularly when he was fucking Ria. He would not speak to me, just let Viki and I hear. Pleasant. An orphan done wrong. A runaway.Wendy said, "This one."I said, "Can you leave this instant?" Yes, please," she said."What's your name?" They call me Heather," she said."They call you Heather?" There was a sprig of heather wrapped up in my blanket," she said."Do you like it?" I still have the sprig," she opened a little bible and there it was, a pressed sprig of heather between the pages. "This is the only thing that's mine. Even these clothes belong to the people where I was living..