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to his sons.
    There comes a chorus of ‘Yes’s’.
    “ Then, boys, would you do the honors for our little fox, please?”
    Andrew and Philip get up.
    “ Come with us, please, Ms. Devlin,” Andrew says courteously.
    They lead me to the wall of the lounge, where the pair of magnificent antlers is mounted. I look up at the antlers in fear.
    “ What are you doing?” I say.
    “ You’re our trophy,” Andrew tells me. “We’ll have to mount you.”
    Uh, for how long? I want to know. Are they planning to keep me up on their wall forever?
    I guess I’m about to find out.
    The boys carry me, splaying my legs apart. Then they ease me in between the antlers, hooking my arms and legs around and between them. To hold me there, they secure me with leather bonds. There I am, displayed again in this unusual manner. I have to say that being mounted on antlers is a first for me. My pussy is once again leaking creams.
    Christopher studies me, mounted in this manner like a trophy. One by one, his boys finish their breakfast and come in to gape.
    Christopher says, “I have made my decision, Alice Devlin. Because you’ve been such a good sport – ” he paused significantly at the double entrende “ – I have decided to help you. I will give you what you need.”
    My relief is palpable.
    “ Thank you,” I say. “Thank you so much. You won’t regret it.”
    “ I’ll expect to collect once you do whatever you have to.”
    He moves closer to me.
    Yes, of course. I know what he wants. It’s what all men want.
    I raise my eyes as he lifts his kilt up to show me his burning erection. I press my back against the wall so that my groin is facing his cock.
    As he impales my pussy against the wall, amid the antlers, I sigh with the sweet satisfaction of revenge.

8
     
    I’m on the go again. This time, I’m on a plane to Tokyo. That’s right. Tokyo, Japan. To see the last of the triumvirate of people who can ruin my father.
    I’m in first class, of course. Gabriel Wolfe wouldn’t fly me any less.
    A distinguished-looking gentleman is seated beside me. My silk blouse is low-cut and shows off my cleavage to good measure. This does go unnoticed by either him or the steward. I notice them admiring me, and I peel down the neckline of my blouse even more to expose the tips of my areolas. I am wearing a push-up bra with half-cups, and the tops of my red nipples are enticingly revealed.
    “ You’re very beautiful, Miss,” says the gentleman, smiling.
    “ Thank you.” I lift my breasts so that he can have a better look at them.
    There is a telltale bulge in his trousers.
    The steward comes back. He too is smiling.
    “ Can I get you anything, Miss?”
    “ A margarita would be nice.”
    “ Be right back, Ms. Devlin.”
    I lean back into my seat.
    The gentleman says suggestively, “Would you like to come with me to the bathroom for a fuck?”
    Boy, they are getting more and more forward these days. I like to be ogled, but I’m going to save all my strength for Japan.
    It’s time to channel my inner bitch. I favor him with a disdainful look.
    I say, “I wouldn’t fuck you even if you grew a cock on either side of your brain.”
    Whatever that means.
    But that gets him stunned. So stunned that he shut right up when the steward brings me my margarita and winks at me.
     
    *
     
    Tokyo!
    I’m finally at Tokyo, my last pit stop in my quest to ruin my father. It’s a fairytale land of cherry blossoms and hot baths and sushi – or at least that’s what the online tourist guide tells me.
    The duo I am looking for reside in Roppongi Hills, the playground of the rich and famous. I check into the Grand Hyatt hotel in this hilly area which reminds me of San Francisco. The cherry blossom trees are not in full bloom this late in summer. Like beauty itself, the blooms are fleeting and transient in spring, coming out only for a week or two and fading away thereafter, only to return the next spring.
    Unlike Christopher McArthur, this couple