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feisty little American girl?
    I closed my office’s door, headed over to my desk, and slumped in the chair. This girl would be a needed distraction, some fun when I got bored. Tora. My dick throbbed in my pants. Her fragrance swirled around in my head. I sniffed my fingers.
    What does she smell like?
    I inhaled again.
    Japanese Lanterns, maybe.
    They were these bright orange flowers inflated like festive balloons. A cherry lay inside of each. Mom used to take the cherries out and make jam. Grandma would use them for medicine. Once, when I’d picked a few lanterns before they’d fully ripened, Grandma had grabbed my hand and yelled that the unripe ones were toxic.
    Are you ripe, Little Tora?
    Knowing the way my life had turned out, she’d be poisonous. Perhaps, that was just what I needed.
    If Dragon suits me, then Tiger fits her.
    How magical those two beasts were when depicted together. The ancient Taoist idea of yin and yang had transported to Japan from China. A tiger and dragon served as the symbol—the dragon conqueror of the heavens, the tiger mightiest of all wild beasts. Two opposites.
    At the time, no tigers had ever lived in Japan.
    Like this lovely woman who came into my life, they were exotic animals, but not natives of my country. My people respected them. Tigers crouched low to the earth, bending vegetation with their roar, and executing deadly power from the strength of their taut muscles, while the dragon balanced the animal out completely—his growl disrupted storm clouds and caused the furry beasts to dive to their shelters.
    In many myths, neither dragon nor tiger could dominate the other, so they maintained an odd balance that left everyone unsettled.
    This tiger definitely has claws, but can she cut through my skin?
    I rubbed myself, relishing in the heat that surged to the tip of my length. My body hoped for more massaging, preferably from her hands on my flesh. The knee to my groin was unexpected to say the least, yet her visit was a welcome disturbance to my organized chaos.
    Let's hope this one does what the others couldn’t.
    I placed my hand in my pocket and rubbed the tiny, black rope that lay inside.
    Let's hope she’s willing to break me.
 

Chapter 5
     
    NYOMI
     
     
    “We’re going to die!” Zo paced back and forth in his tiny living room, barely stepping five feet before having to turn around.
    “I wonder how I’m going to get my recorder back.”
    He paused. “Really? That’s the only thing that’s on your mind? Word of advice: You needed a new one anyway.”
    “I don’t need a new one.”
    “He’s going to punish you for what you did.”
    Oh God.
    “Please, relax.” I flexed my naked toes and sipped my drink. I’d learned from our years of friendship and short time dating that Zo needed time to freak out. It took him a few minutes to travel his darkened path of hysteria. Once he got to the midpoint, sweat dripped down his red-tinted face. In those moments I reeled him back into reality, calming him sentence by sentence.
    We'd dated for three whole weeks before mutually calling it off. If anyone asked me why we stopped, I would say due to his inherent ability to absolutely not enjoy himself. He would say it all came down to my recklessness. A perfect date for Zo was dinner and a movie in the safe confines of his home. For me, jumping out of a plane rushed to my mind first. Afterwards, we'd just let the wind take us to the next journey.
    I'm surprised we made it a week.
    When we broke up, we stopped communicating for a week. Seven days without talking to him had been excruciating. He'd ended the silence by calling and saying the same thing.
    “We may not be compatible, but you damn sure are something I need in my life,” he'd said and then invited me over to his place for a quick chat and to watch one of his favorite shows. Sopranos reruns, if I remembered correctly. Italian mafia drama and wine was how we began our friendship. During that time, he had a condo in