I continued to go down the steps and as soon as I rounded the corner into the living room my mouth dropped. There she was still in her uniform putting...down her duffle bags beside the couch. She hadn’t even seen me yet and I was so nervous to hear what she had to say as I replayed how she thought I was perfect 5 years ago. I hoped she still felt the same.“Wow you aren’t the same little girl I remember before I left. You grew up, but still as beautiful as before. Now give me a hug” She said. I don’t know if you’ve every tried to get into a central London pub on a Friday night near Christmas time but…well, you know those pictures you sometimes see of people being pushed with brooms onto the Tokyo subway until they can hardly breathe? This was worse. It took two of our lot five minutes just to fight their way to the bar to get our order in, there was nowhere to sit, and wherever you stood there were people jostling you as they made their way through the place. The juke box was. ”“But you said it in Japanese, which has a deeper meaning. It means you want to have a relationship. How would that work?”“One day at a time,” I said with a gentle smile. “Like any other relationship. I suppose it would have to be a mix of American and Japanese traditions. Is that something you’re OK with?”“I did that with my friends in High School in Columbus for two years, so yes, I think so.”“Then I want to see what’s possible.”“Me, too,” she said happily. “My parents like you.”“And I liked. We're going out." Nora was lounging naked on her sheepskin rug on the floor of the living room reading a novel on her tablet when he spoke up. He was seated in his easy chair and had just finished going through the mail and paying the bills. She quickly put down her tablet and stood up, placing her arms behind her back. "Yes, sir. What would you like me to wear?" "Short skirt, T shirt, no bra or panties, no shoes." She blinked. Their dynamic really didn't include public play, but to hear him.