Not as hot as it is inside my apartment at this moment, I thought to myself. This guy was really hot, with light brown eyes, a pleasant smile, and a m...sky smell.“Nice house, sir,” the delivery man said.“Thanks,” I replied. ‘What’s your name?’“Farooq, sir.”“Hi Farooq, I’m Rohan.”We shook hands and had a good look at each other. I thought I saw some hint of desire from Farooq too.“Are you married, sir?” Farooq asked me.“No, I replied. I live alone here.”“How do you manage alone, sir?” he asked. I reached into the power of my divine blood. I was a miko, descendant of Kanshu-no-Kami, the guardian of my shrine and village. He had wrestled with Yokubo-no-Tako for a thousand years.I could do the same. I would do the same.I screamed out, reaching into my soul with all my fury and grief, and threw myself at Mitsuko-hime. I jumped higher than should be possible, propelled by the strength of my divine ancestor. I screamed out the nineteen names of the yokai.And sealed his spirit into the tree. It’s not all that long ago men like you got in big trouble for doing stuff like that. Jerome couldn’t believe what he just heard. He knew Gary was a rich dickhead but he never knew he was a racist too. Jerome thought he’d have to teach this rich white asshole a lesson. As Gary climbed into his Maserati he thought about the day ahead of him in the Merchant bank downtown where he worked. He’d have some fun with that new young secretary Lisa they had assigned him he thought. If only he could get. Of course, they’d wanted to make this a regular date, but I said no, in the end I think I was lucky to keep Adrian, because some guys after the event, would have run off. His friend had tried at parties for the next twenty-five years, to get in my panties, Adrian had even encouraged me, but apart from him fingering me once when I was caught drunk again, I kept him at arm’s length.I had always been a rather shy woman, but Adrian and I enjoyed a very good sex life and there was very little we.