The kind of dress that is demure (a modest top) but sexy (mid thigh length). It was just exactly what I had in mind. Joey was not at all impressed at ...irst, but I wanted to at least try it on. In the dressing room, I was pretty sure Joey would change his mind when he saw it. The knit material was delightfully sheer and clingy and hugged my body flawlessly. Because I'm a teeny bit top-heavy, the dress was even tighter across my bosom than my hips, and tugged precariously at the buttons.. Their blouses were heavily brocaded and done up to the neck. There was no pancake makeup but their hair was all done up in Japanese style and both combes and ivory chopsticks held the hair together. Their jackets came to three quarters of their arms and each held a small fan. Again they were similar but not the same. They stood passively as if they were meek Japanese women. Their eyes were on the floor so as to not be seen as presumptuous."Honourable father," I said in a thick Japanese accented. It only took a short while to determine if a potential sexual partner had enough depth of character or sense of self to keep my interest and if not I didn’t pursue that aspect of interaction. I remained friendly though, since certainly they had friends and co-workers I might meet.The old joke asks “how do porcupines make love?” I have to tell you, that at least for me, I was always smitten to the tips of my quills. Love at first sight, or even before that, at first whiff. My most tender. ‘Okay, but you call me later so I’ll know you’re all right. Promise?’ ‘Yes. Please leave me now. Please.’ I whimpered. Finally she shut the door and I was in the privacy I craved. I don’t know how long I lay there, crying in my pillow, but at some point I curled up in a fetal position on the bed. Although drained physically and emotionally, I couldn’t sleep as I was wound too tight and was too upset. My phone never stopped ringing either and it was beginning to irk me. I finally looked at it to.