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is friendly with my father. It won’t be that easy to sway them to my side.
    But I have a plan.
    I always have a plan.
    The couple in question is Kira and Kyo Okura. Husband and wife, with rumored ties to the Yakuza. The phone call I made to them was to the point, and they agreed to see me out of curiosity, and because I was flying from so far away.
    The meeting point is an onsen , or Japanese hot bath, in the city.
    Tokyo is a dizzying, restless place. The people on the sidewalks are extremely well-dressed and take pride in their appearance. There are a profusion of eateries. I love Japanese food, and I can’t wait to try out some of the sashimi restaurants while I’m here. Traffic is a bitch, but my driver is very polite. He doesn’t speak much English, and when I ask him, “Are we there yet?”, he says, “Near, near.”
    ‘ Near’ turns out to be two hours away.
    The onsen in question is a lovely, quiet place situated in the middle of a private Japanese garden. Water bubbles happily in pools dappled with carefully constructed rocks. Koi fish swim in ponds which mirror the overhanging trees and sky. The atmosphere is tranquil, and that of meticulous sculpturing. There is nothing wild or untamed about this place, unlike Scotland. Everything is laid out and planned.
    The driver stops me at the entrance of the spa. A beautiful woman in a kimono bows as she greets me. Compared to me, she is tiny.
    “ Please follow me,” she says in accented English. “Mr. and Mrs. Okura are expecting you.”
    I bow back.
    She brings me to a changing room with many lockers.
    “ Is this a public bath?” I ask.
    “ Yes. The Okuras prefer to take their baths in public, like many of the Tokyo people.”
    She gives me a key and stands back, watching me.
    “ Do you want me to strip?” I say.
    “ Yes, please. Do not wear anything into the onsen . Your belongings will be safe here.”
    This is right up my alley. I strip until there is nothing left on me but my own smooth bare skin. The woman observes my lovely, pert breasts and shaved pussy.
    “ You are very beautiful, Ms. Devlin.”
    “ Thank you.” I am used to the compliments by now. I’ve had them all my life. “And for your information, I’m a real blonde, just in case you can’t tell.”
    The woman smiles. “Come this way.”
    She leads me down a passageway. I can already feel the heat radiating from the wooden door at the end of it. She opens it and the hot, damp air immediately hits me.
    The spa beyond is dimly lighted. A large pool bubbles with geysers of water which are shot from jet nozzles in the walls. Several naked people are in the pool – both men and women alike. Old and young. All Japanese. There is also a very wet area with a row of taps embedded into the wall and stools and wooden buckets with scoops.
    The bathers all look up as I enter. It is a mixed public onsen , I realize.
    Outside, a Japanese garden once again beckons. A pond surrounded by artistic rocks and shrubs is invaded by several naked people who are sunning under the shade of the overhanging cherry blossom trees. I follow the woman outside. The cool air immediately hits me after the warmth of the interior, as does the sound of trickling water. Steam rises from the surface of the pond.
    She brings me to the edge of the pond. A white-haired Japanese gentleman and a beautiful young Japanese woman – both naked and immersed in the warm water – look up.
    “ Okura-san,” she says as she bows deeply, “may I present Alice Devlin-san?”
    “ We are honored to meet you.” The gentleman stands up and bows. His balls contract as he rises.
    It feels funny to bow when you are completely naked, but I do so anyway. There are two other men in the pond, and their eyes covetously study my breasts and genitals.
    The beautiful woman gets up too. There is a swagger in her bow towards me, as though she is a little contemptuous of me. She has a lithe, very slim body, with surprisingly large breasts and a