.my bad English, Miss Brandee. You...very pretty. Mehope...be pretty...like you someday," softly spoke Miss Soba in verybroken English and clearly a...very heavy Japanese accent. I was so confused by her bad English until later Richard let me know thatMiss Yakki Soba was one of his latest projects. She had started out as anall-American guy from Indiana who had always wanted to be a real geisha.It turns out that real geishas in Japan are now quite rare. I guesssomehow they, like, ran out or. Derrick could only shake his head; he'd forgotten again that Shelby could read many of his thoughts. It was he had to admit, a great time-saver, though it could still get irritating.A moment later the med-bay appeared before him. "So," Derrick started as he saw that Kimon was still on the bio-bed. "You are healing rapidly. Good, I hope that both of you are ready in the next twelve or so days. I have a mission for you Dempsy." Here Derrick turned toward Onai. " I know that you will not permit. ... and we flirted, then we made plans to go out for a drink to get each other that night and flirted, she was running late and truth be told I just wanted to fuck her . So we said screw the drinks we'll just get to know each other in bed .When she arrived I was legitimately blown away it's a rare situation where you meet someone online and they look hotter than their pictures. She had bright green eyes, red stringy hair, fantastic DD breast, and a nice round ass . It took me exactly three. I was cutting it fine. I tooka quick look around and everything seemed like it was where it had beenwhen I'd entered the house. I left through the front door, locked itbehind me and put the key back under the gnome.I bolted home and raced up to my bedroom, locked the door behind me andstationed myself at the window where I could see down the street,waiting for Mrs Cashmore to come home.As it turned out, I needn't have rushed. She didn't return home foranother hour; after church she had taken.