It marks a man out as Yakuza for certain. Maybe the sake was kicking in now, but I touched his hand and stroked his little finger. ‘Does it hurt, Ak...?’He laughed, ‘Not any more. Do you sing Scarlett?’‘A bit, why?’ I should have guessed what was coming, but the sake was definitely getting to me.‘I feel like singing, would you come up and be with me?’‘Oh, karaoke. Yes, I will, of course.’ Shit, did I really just say yes?He picked up his sake and downed it in one, and he indicated I should do the. " I don't care what your men call you but to me you will always be Stinger. Now, what you got on your mind?" I am going to mark the safe tiles as I go down the hallway. I can memorize their pattern and mark around the pressure tiles as I go. I want a look in that house before we take a chance and blow it up using your bowling ball method. I will take the chance I can negotiate through them without stepping on one of the triggers. I suggest you move your men back until I see if I can make it. But he didn't.He was a sneaky bastard and usually got what he wanted. I guess that means I would let him get what he wanted, but hey, he's the bastard, not me.It was subtle at first. While in the throes of passion, he would call me his "sexy little girl".To me, I didn't equate that to being a child.To him, he would get excited when he called me that. That got me excited.Soon he was dropping it into conversation."How's my little girl?" Hey little girl! You look so damn sexy!" You are my gorgeous. After a few moments I glanced across the aisle to see if our ‘friends’ had gone to sleep yet but noticed that they seemed to be having trouble getting comfortable. I was nuzzling your neck with my hand up your shirt when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. Our neighbor’s blanket had slipped to the girl’s waist. That wasn’t very noteworthy, but was of considerably more interest was that fact that she was bare, at least as far as I could see. They weren’t paying any.