She had been looking through my wardrobe and fished something out that caught her eye.“What is this?” she asked, looking very wide-eyed.“Oh, I�...d almost forgotten that was in there, I wore that just once a long time ago.”It was a tiny plaid miniskirt my boyfriend had bought me to wear for a Pimps and Tarts fancy dress party.“I would love you to wear it for me sometime,” she beamed.I blushed, “It was to wear at a party, but it was way too short, so I wore yoga pants underneath,” I sheepishly. Many nights I awoke to the advance of your warm palm as it encircled my rigid flesh, both flesh and hand acting on orders, not from our conscious but some corporeal demands without our waking knowledge. Your soft breathing uninterrupted, you slumbered while your grasp held me tight. I would lay back and sigh some nights at the gift of your love while others I would take you, still half asleep, attacking the depths of body until you would relinquish your physical rapture to my intrusion. Oh, and. This was one of the clubs owned by a girl known as Anna, and it was well known that there was more sex in her clubs than in a Thai whorehouse. It seemed strange that nobody ever shut them down, but there were so many secrets and rumours surrounding Anna and somewhere in them all it seemed that she had the authority to keep them open. They were stricly 21 and over, which was a problem for Suzie. She was only 16, but she did look a bit older. Not much though, and people would probably never. The Japanese still have whalers out, for pete's sakes. I took a day off and went through the museum at Pearl Harbor, and I found myself wondering how we could get our hands on a torpedo." There's an idea," Harper agreed. "That might get some attention. Might get someone the chair, too." Maybe so," Heather said. "But someone might think it's worth it. There were Japanese that used to fly planes loaded with bombs into ships, back during World War II. Maybe there's someone that would give up his.