“No one.”All at once, she realized they were far from her little town, she might never see her family or friends again. “Please,” she implored...weakly, “let me go. I won’t say anything. I promise.”“I’m sorry, Caitlin,” was all he said.A tear trailed down her cheek, her neck was sore and her eyelids could barely remain open. “Why?” she asked, knowing he would understand her meaning.“You know what I am.” He watched her. “If nothing else, believe that I do not intend you harm. You’ll be safe where. . long ago, during the war. It was 1971 and I was on leave from Vietnam. I didn't really have any reason to fly home, so I went to Japan instead. That's where I met her.” He said and just fell silent. I looked up and could tell he was lost in his memory, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He was not looking at me as he spoke, just staring off into a distant past. “Her name was Mariko. I met her at a bar, she worked there as a Hostess. I had never seen anything or met anyone like. Not like me. When I used tocum in my wife's pussy, I would immediately shrink and shrivel down toalmost nothing, and slip out of her.Our kisses became slowly more passionate. We were both in the ephemeralzone of post-coital bliss, until I felt him begin to harden again insidemy pussy, back to its iron pole shape and rigidity. And then his hipsbegan moving, slowly at first, subtle and innocent, until our kisses andour tingles went ZOOM! again and we were fucking once more.It was slow and. I learned a couple years later that by this point my father had been cheating on Beth for a couple years with a woman he eventually left Beth for, although by that point she couldn’t have cared less. Beth told me that she had been sexually abused by her uncle as a child, and had her whole life never felt really loved until, as an adult, I had come around wanting to spend time with her. She said she had always been gawked at by men, but with me, she felt it was different because I really loved.