She is ok having the copies. We can put the originals in the safe.”“Good idea dear. I know she wants to find a job. I told her with her background...in being a masseuse back in Japan, she should try starting her own business and offer massages. I know a few people that really could use a massage.”“Everyone could use a good massage at times. Even me, there are times when I come in from building and my muscles ache. I told her.“Yeah and I know a muscle that aches every time you see me or Akira. ” Those were my words to my roommate Judy as I got up from the dinner table and headed to the bedroom.We just been living together for a month after dating for almost a year. Our feelings were getting pretty serious and before we went any further she wanted to see if she could cohabitate with a male. She’d grown up with a single mother and younger sister while I’d been in a big family. When we met she was sharing an apartment with another girl. When her lease was up for renewal we decided to. “Hey, babe. You here by yourself?”When she looked, there were two of them, smug smiles on both faces, each looking too predatorial for her Saturday morning.She looked from one to the other.“Yep, and going to stay that way too.” The cold look in her eyes left no doubt as to the seriousness of her response.“Bitch,” one snapped at her as they walked away.She’d been called a bitch before, but it was usually in her work environment. She had to smile when they were out of sight. She had wanted to. And, at least once, I think she had caught me looking at what I had been looking at. And, now, I was finding myself quite unable to take my eyes off her milk-white thighs. I was found myself slowly sidling to the edge of the bed to have a closer look at them. And my heart was beating like a bass drum in my chest.I saw that her thighs were sweaty. Sweat-beads were rolling down the wide expanse of her thighs and dropping on the bed-cover on which she was lying. Even as I watched, she moved her.