Miller. She should teach me everything important about the company and the profession I had chosen. As I learned very quickly, she interpreted this te...ching very ... well, comprehensive...Mrs. Miller was about in her late forties I guess. She was still very attractive to me. Blond curly hair reached her shoulders - almost like a lion! -, the big breasts you could expect under her body shaped business dresses she usually liked to wear. Long slim legs under her mostly tight cut skirts, almost. ”“Oh?”“Yes. He was what our ancestors would have called ‘wakashu’,” Takada explained referring to the youthful men that were a third gender for centuries up until Japan pulled out of isolation from the western world. They were desirable to both adult men and women. Samurai and kabuki actors had performed these acts of sex between older man and youthful ones without issue. Wakashu could be seen socializing in the red light districts alongside beautiful geisha and domineering mature samurai.. . I just did it. I have to admit I really liked it. Mom thought we should not do it anymore for fear of getting caught. So what do we do now?" Well for starters why don't we both gang up on your new boss when he comes back?" But I don't even know him!" Your right. But I can't think of a better way of getting to know him. Can you?" OK sister. I'll try and follow your lead. What are we going to do?" Just do what I do!" I looked at mom and told her I wanted her to see me do these two women and it. 'Tomorrow 10:10 AM, in the park across from city hall.'That was all. I had no idea if it was a dead drop or a meeting. I just knew I needed to be there on time in order to find out. I closed up the file and went to bed.I awoke yet again to the smell of bacon. It seemed the only thing that Fat Jack could cook was bacon and eggs. He wrapped them in several different things, but it was always greasy bacon and eggs. After breakfast I had time to run a couple of miles before the meeting.I ran and.