Chapter 8

Oh, God! She remembered who I was! Had she felt my fantasies? God, I hope not. It was more than just an honor…it was a dream come true. Mistress Yuriko Kuroki remembered me and wanted me to help her again.

I looked at the meal I’d made myself but I didn’t think I could eat it. My stomach was bouncing all over the place. Five days from now, I’d see her again. What would I do with myself ‘til then?

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The next morning I got the e-mail.

A ticket would be waiting for me for a two o’clock flight to Portland, Oregon. A chauffeured car would be waiting in Portland to take me to the hotel, where a room had been reserved for me for that night. I was to be at her suite at six o’clock.