Kate wondered if somehow Alan's actions, or lack thereof, the night of the wreck had led Melissa to see him as he was – a coward and a man without p...inciples. Melissa had loved James too but had refused to return to the wreck, telling Kate that she only wanted to remember James as he was – a loving and unselfish man, who would not hesitate to help strangers in a time of peril. Kate wondered about fate, and the fact she had met James first. What would have happened if Melissa had not been sick. Fingering his glass, he took a swallow of the scotch and seemed to be enjoying it slowly. I didn't interrupt and stood, with my heels together, almost at attention.'This business has been in my family for nine generations,' he finally spoke softly, 'and now you, a gaijin and a whore, have decided that this should be no more?'I remained at attention as he turned his eyes from the glass and looked into mine. Up on the seat in the booth he was eye to eye with me, even though I was standing in. Let’s call her Amy – a name change to protect the not-so-innocent. It had been a few years – seven or eight probably – but I recognised her immediately as she approached across the crowded Friday night bar. It was the eyes probably. But there was something different; the way she carried herself was more assured. Confidence and presence oozed from her as she moved towards me, arms wide and smile broad. “It’s been a while…” she said. “Wow. Look at you - all grown up,” I grinned. Then it hit me.. It feels so good having your hands sliding over my body. Across my back, down to my bottom, and on down my legs. Gently massaging my skin. On the inside of my thighs as your hand brushes against me but avoiding a direct touch. Then you turn me over to do the same to the front of my body. Kneading my breast until my nipples are hard. I’ve got enough oil on me for both of us as you lay your body against mine. With my hands above my head, you take one nipple into your mouth, gently nibbling on its.