I wondered if I'd ever get used to her. I hoped not.I handed her a bottle of water, and she spoke as she removed the cap. “May I have my clothes, ...ow?”I replied, my face without expression. “What clothes?”She put her hand on her hip and shifted into the disbelief pose. “You know, my clothes?”The game wasn't over just yet. “Oh, do you mean my clothes? The clothes you gave to me when I asked you to? Those clothes?” I still held back any expression.Her pose because slightly exaggerated. . However, we all had planned to be noticed this year. So we dressed to be seen in our most elegant clothes that we had. My best, of course, was as skimpy as I could get away with.I turned up in a red silk dress. The dress was held up with two separate laces, knotted together at the back of my neck. The fabric started just above my breasts and went all the way down to cover about 15 centimeters under my buttocks and vulva. The back of the dress was completely open and the fabric started just. “Yes. The sauna does have a bath big enough for two, but not like this one where you could fit eight men, I guess, so long as you weren’t concerned about being too close. And we mix sexes, too.”“In Japanese society there are two strains of thought that are in a tug of war. You see it play out in debates about nude bathing at hot springs. One camp insists that mixed-sex bathing is OK, while the other insists it should be men only.”I carefully considered my response, taking a good two minutes to. If anybody was too demanding, it was Tim. Physically demanding, she thought, and she shuddered at the knowledge of what would probably happen to her in just a few minutes. It seemed to her at times like now that the only reason Tim married her was for her body, and that all he ever had on his mind was sex. He wanted to make love to her almost every night, and then like an animal at times.Melanie shuddered involuntarily again. The thought of Tim's huge, brutal hardness tearing into her.