Soon, it was time. Emmett Redclay knelt, and dropped a feathered amulet upon the casket. A scattering of shredded tobacco was followed by a thin, stre...ming handful of sandy soil, picked up from the pile beside the open grave. Melba Redclay stood with her husband, her face a cold mask. Tears ran in streaks down her cheeks to be flung away by the cold wind.No sound other than low murmurs was heard among the nearly two hundred tribal people gathered. The Redclay family moved away from the open. The handle vibrated slightly in her hand. To pick up another pillow from the floor, she placed the vacuum hose between her legs and clamped with her thighs. She enjoyed the tingle that this sent up her legs. The water blasted against his body in a pulsating rhythm from four different angles in the shower. He adjusted the shower jets, pointing them all to converge at a single point right below his belly button. She vacuumed the rug under the large glass coffee table, bending over, but keeping. From what you read, how would you get close to him."Jill didn't pause or blink. "Yoshi likes...trashy women. Especially Eurasian women. He likes artists and musicians. I suggest that we get some studio musicians and create a fake band, and go on the road. We can get booked into clubs that Yoshi frequents. Nature will take its course from there. If that doesn't work in the require timeline, I can run into him at another social function. All I need is five minutes with him to plant the seed of. . going together now?" I asked.Mary smiled. "Do you want to be?" she replied."Yeah," I said. "I mean, if you want to." Oh, Larry, of course I want to. You know that, don't you?" Well, I wasn't sure. I've never had a real girlfriend before." And I've never had a real boyfriend before either. So it's a first for both of us."This was followed by an awkward pause. Mary smiled and sipped her coffee. I finally felt I had to say something. "So, besides strip poker, what things do you like to do?" That.