He is my age, which as you know, is seven years younger than you. I know what happened with your first wife, and also know that I promised you that I ...ould not hurt you like that. I'm sorry, but I must hurt you again.It really hasn't been that quick of a romance, since he transferred here in December, just after Thanksgiving when you had left for your tour. It is now August, and we have only known each other for eight months, but I have accepted his marriage proposal. Your mother has the ring. He wore a small domino mask, not as a disguise but more as a symbol of office. His head was shaved bald and a wide, pale and puckered scar ran from over his right ear, across one milky eye, disfiguring his wide nose and terminating at his mouth. The scar pulled his upper lip into a permanent scowl showing his incongruously white teeth to the world. The man's right hand gleamed and, when the camera zoomed in, she could see that it was a prosthetic of some kind. It had no fingers, just a single. On the shelf above the rail werefolded a lightweight white sweater and a flowered sweatshirt.I looked down and saw the tan sandals, black loafer-like shoes and apair of running shoes. I walked backwards until my legs touched theedge of the bed and plunked down.Shivering in fright and anger I cursed and wanted to throw somethingbut the only thing at hand was a pillow. Again I thought aboutgrabbing the little cash I had, cutting off the bracelet and runningfor it. I even briefly thought about. .. No, no, no. You don’t have a cock yet. What’s going on?”“I did this for us,” Sayuri said, her voice soft. “Remember what you said. We can pretend we are men with this toy. But we didn’t want to pretend. We wanted for it to be real. For one of us to have a cock so we could marry.”“No, no,” Mitsuko shook her head. “No, you didn’t get a cock to marry me! You did it to be a dog! To bed other women! To ... to kill my father!”“Why would I kill your father?” Sayuri asked. “I love you, Mitsuko-hime..