‘I’m sorry about that. I’ll explain later. Can you come pick me up?’ ‘Yeah,’ replied. ‘Where are you?’ ‘Maranda’s,’ I replied. ...here was a slight pause. ‘I’m not even going to ask,’ he said. ‘Give me a half an hour.’ ‘Okay. Thanks.’ ‘Sure,’ he said and hung up. I turned around and looked at Maranda. She was sitting on the porch steps, looking at me. I smiled and sat down beside her. ‘Are you okay?’ I asked her. She nodded. ‘My mom is home,’ she said. ‘I don’t want to go inside yet. Hard to. Japanese authorities decided to furtherinvestigate, but a weekend passed before the first steps were taken.The Sensei Maru, owned by Tokyo Marine and Salvage, sailed from Yokohamaharbor the morning of May 20th. On board were over thirty highly trainedpersonnel who had experience with recovering material from the oceanfloor. Also on board were Frank Snyder and a Lt. Akira Watanabe(Norelation to the Yakuza of the same name) representing the Japanese CoastGuard.Once they were at the coordinates. “It was the first time I saw you. I felt like I’d known you forever, but I know you more now. I know your hatred of this job, your ache for a real life of your own. And how sunlight traps the aura hiding in your skin.” Blinking away his memories, I refocused on his face. That crooked nose. The rosy color of his lips. Blue-violet eyes. The blood had disappeared. Joy rushed my hands. “I felt like I died without a chance. Instead, I was sent to you.” He shook his head, his gaze on my mouth.. I loved a cock down my throat so bad I just want to suck the skin right off it. The larger the better. That’s why I prefer black men. I wanted to be a bitch. So I turned over.Still sucking his cock, I got on my knees. I leaned up and looked at him. “Fuck me”. I turned around still on my knees and leaned over, presented my white ass and willing asshole, spread my cheeks with my hand and waited. He pulled me back to him and I felt the head of his cock against my asshole. I relaxed and he shoved.