“Yes. Robert-san brought in a cardiologist from Tokyo to see him. Congestive heart failure. The signs were so obvious that even a third-year medical...student could recognize them. And Hiro-san knew. He chose the exact time, place, and circumstances of his own death without it being suicide. I don’t know what more anyone could ask for.”“And the funeral?” Kara asked.“Next week. It takes time. But I did get to participate in the wake, which was, to me, the important part. I was up literally all. I looked through the peephole and saw a thing of beauty right before me. I opened the door and there stood this five foot five, very petite, brown skin beauty with hair heavily braided. She wore a pair of shorts and a pair of red mules showing off her nicely polished toenails. She had a nice pair of clean shaven legs and I could imagine what. Maxie had a humdinger of a hard-on, and his cock was thick, just like the rest of him."I'm afraid Andy can't hold his liquor tonight," she said. "He usually does better than this."Andy was slumped, his chin resting heavily on his chest."I think you need one more, Maxie... honey," she said.Maxie didn't object this time. He handed her his glass.She made him another, not too strong, didn't want him passing out, too. She was aware of his hungry eyes. Her pussy tingled with excitement. It was fun to. Jiri could hardly believe the feelings that this engendered, as if Euryale's hand were fucking his finger and drawing him out. All this time, Euryale's sweet, melodious voice was leading him from statue to statue, and her other hand began caressing and fondling each statue that they passed.Soon they reached the front of the shop again, and Euryale briefly released Jiri before drawing the curtains and locking the door with a deadbolt, which slid into place convincingly."Now, just stand there and.