“No,” I cried out in grief and regret. “No, Ōjo-sama!” Tears fell from my eyes as shame overwhelmed me. I had failed her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...~~~~~~~~~500 years later...Yoshiko Stenet walked down the street towards her school, the Redwood Academy, the warm, California sun shining down on her glossy-black hair. She had her mother's hair, the fine, blue-black silk of the Japanese, spilling about her shoulders and framing her face. It was round, the skin a light-olive, her cheekbones delicate. But. Her fat little face was kind of cute and her short hair was partially dyed a punk rock green. I kind of dug that. But there was something else about her and I kept thinking about it as I finished up clearing her backyard of tree limbs after a nasty little summer storm the evening before. Her old man, an even more gargantuan b**st, was pretty much useless even if he hadn't been at work and I had to offer her help when I seen her huffing and puffing and sweating as she struggled with the huge. And she loved it. But he hadn’t pushed her at all. He was right. And she was pleased about it. She knew she could choose to do, or not do, anything she liked. She didn’t want to choose to play. Not after she’d promised. She sighed. I ‘wanted’ to please him. That’s what I chose. That’s how easy it was. I just chose. Two more days. That’s all. Fuck. Two days! In moments she was back at her desk and shaking like a leaf. “I have them, Sir,” she typed. . At that time I was a virgin and those were my early masturbation days. I used to jerk off daily 4 times and believe me my dick was really hungry ;).Few people in our college were trying to propose her and one of our senior (dheeraj) used to follow her while she is going home and coming to college. He used to use me as a courier boy to give her letters and chocolates.One day he gave me a letter and said to ask her whether she love him or not. She declined the proposal and said to me to inform.