'You told me you were adventurous. Want to play, Mr. Watanabe?''Play?''Oh yes, we can have so much fun here.'She tickles his stomach.'All kinds of fun...'Tadao swallows, then opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. He clears his throat, and nods hesitantly.Kimiko's smile grows broader.'You want to? I'm so happy, Mr. Watanabe,' she kisses him all over his neck and face.Tadao blushes.'I-if it makes you happy, Ms. Izumi... .''You know, you should really call me Kimiko now,' she says.'Kimiko,' Tadao. And I’m well aware that you have a husband. I’m pretty sure he won’t mind us being here and talking, since he’s the one who invited me here tonight.’ ‘Invited you?’ I whispered, the tingling in between my legs now increasing to a hard throbbing. I looked over at my husband. He smiled at me, nodded his head, then took a swig of his beer. What the fuck!? Did he just give me the ‘go ahead’ signal to bang this guy? Fuck it, I guess I’ll find out the hard way if I misread his signal or not. I’d seen. He found he needed to clear his throat before he could speak."Much better than okay," he said. "I'm not sure you're safe with me here like this."Her hands reached for the hem of his t-shirt and slid under it to caress his chest. "I don't think I want to be safe," she said, throatily. "CC ... don't worry that I want a life-time commitment. I just want here and now." Moving her hands up, she pulled at the t-shirt until he took it off himself. Trousers and shorts followed rapidly, the light. Well, fuck that. I wasn't Scarpia any more, I'd left him back at the opera house, but even Nick Volker didn't have to take that kind of crap. "That's none of your Goddamned business," I barked. "What in God's name are you two back again for?"Smith was clearly about ready to come back even harder, he seemed to be loaded for bear, but Brown gestured at him quickly; there wasn't much question of which of them was in charge.Brown, however, was also apparently pretty pissed off. "Mr. Volker, we.