I must have kissed a hundred sweaty faces.Eventually, we made it back to the carpark and waved off fifty relatives or so.Dying to get home I rushed to...the car but it soon became apparent I was alone. Surprised, I looked over my shoulder to see Mia and her dad locked in a quiet but serious looking conversation. It was the sort of conversation that you gave them the space they clearly wanted.So i found a shady spot under a nearby palm tree… and waited.Every minute felt like an hour. The carpark. .. ?" I asked."What do you think I want?" she asked, baring her breasts without a blush.She took me to my room and lay on my bed."I don't do this with Bobby, so this isn't cheating," she said, opening herself to me. "I've waited a whole month, and now I want you to fuck my brains out." I didn't get any condoms yet," I said. "You didn't tell me to." You don't have to use one," she said, rubbing her clit."That's stupid, Courtney," I said."Maybe so, but you were my first. You're special. We'll. Yourself?" Hiromi asked.Keiji Watanabe didn't answer his granddaughter's question, but rathermentioned the horrible weather of the last few days.After a minute of small talk, Keiji got down to business."Granddaughter, have you read the article in today's businessnewspaper?"Hiromi hadn't gotten around to that day's Asian Wall Street Journal yet."No, grandfather. May I ask what you are referring to?" It is on page 3A."Hiromi had the Asian Wall Street Journal next to her. She opened it tothe page. And so it began. Periodically I wrote her short simple ‘love-stories’ as she called them. Each one getting a little more intimate perhaps, a little more erotic than those I had written in the beginning. She urged me to do so, giving hints along the way of her most secret thoughts and desires, which I gradually began to include in my writing to her. Over the course of the next few months, I wrote her often until I found myself writing her short simple paragraphs each and every night. There were.