She knows she’s guilty.’ The much younger detective hesitated for a moment, thinking, then said, ‘but her PASMO would have been read when she en...ered.’ ‘Yumiko Itsumoto.’ ‘Wait, what? You know who she is?’ ‘Yep.’ Wakahisa-san was right about her PASMO, paid with her credit card, scanned on entry, no exit. They must not teach cadets how to pull transit records at the academy. Shimizu thought the only thing she was supposed to learn from being his partner was alcoholism. ‘Platform-3.’. He pinches my nipples hard, not caring how much it hurts me. I cry out and my body goes rigid, I twist at my waist to free myself from his grip. My nipples harden to his teasing. "Oh, what's this? You like the pain don't you, you little slut,” he smiles at me. "No! Stop it! Get off me!" I cry out again. "I'm going to have to respectfully say no to that,” he says sarcastically, like I have a choice. He caresses my hardened nipples in his palms, keeping them hard. He barely touches me. He is. We knew each other for about two and a half years, and near the end of our time together, when she was twenty, we both attended a birthday get-together for one of our colleagues. It wasn’t a full-blown party, just an evening out with dinner and drinks afterwards in a bar. It was the type of do that partners were invited to, but most chose not to anyway, for fear that talk would end up very work-based – which it inevitably did.I arrived before Megan, and ended up sat down near the end of the. Chapter 7BY EMDAMANIASaturday morning, he sits up in bed at 10 am. Sleeping in a cage Friday evenings after sessions has become routine for her. He wakes and stands and walks over to the cage. He opens it and reaches in, fumbling for a fist full of her hair.Dragging her out lazily, she emerges from the cage and drops to her knees, spreading them to their appropriate position, sitting up on her heels to the proper height for this Saturday morning service. Holding a fist full of her hair with his.