I said the facts outright ‘You lied to me and you lied to her, explain yourself !’. He tried with no success. Nothing believable came from his lip.... We left it with her leaving after we had decided we would figure it out tomorrow. The only believable reason I heard was that once he learned she was a virgin, he could not help himself. But why did he not tell her the truth, bring her home, be honest. Not a word about that. I cried myself to sl**p. The next morning Marji came back. I learned. . ?The speed in which a woman says "nothing" when asked "What's wrong?" is inversely proportional to the severity of the crap storm that's coming...Denny's has a slogan, "If it's your birthday, the meal is on us." But if you're in Denny's and it's your birthday ... your life sucks!On average, an American man will have sex two to three times a week; whereas a Japanese man will have sex only one or two times a year ... This is upsetting news to me ... I had no idea I was Japanese.I can't. ”I didn’t, but instead asked her…”What are you?”“A slave, Master.”“And what is a slave?”“A slave is a Human Animal Master.” She continued. “A slave is property.”“And what are you?” I asked again.“Property, Master”…she appeared as if she was going to cry.“And who do you belong to?”She was lightly sobbing now, shaking…”To you.”“Do you have rights? Do you have recourse?”“No Master.”She sobbed now…it was a deep sob as if the fullness of her fate was finally being understood. I waited a moment,. As we left the theater that night I made up my mind to date Toni, to ply her with dinner and drinks. That’s how the play was supposed to go, so I needed to do the same in real life. The night before we’d had sex twice and even though the second time was much better, it still wasn’t the hot, blazing encounter of two people who had an overwhelming need for the other. “Want to go to dinner?”“You paying? Can you afford it?”“How about Italian?” I knew she enjoyed a good pasta meal.A quick grin.