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through it and the alcohol, finally some blessed alcohol
after such a long day, was beginning to take its effect. This would
all turn out to be some kind of crazy dream.
    Heather drained her sake at a gulp and
held the glass up for more. The old man nodded and Theodore poured
her another shot.
    “ Thank you. You’re very
sweet.” Heather blew him a kiss.
    “ It was a pleasure.”
Colouring slightly and showing concern for the first time, Sakai
was almost certain that the old boy understood English.
    It stood to reason, but his accent
would be atrocious, and in an effort to preserve face he simply
didn’t use it. To speak English would be to embarrass himself.
Hence there was the need for Sakai’s own urbane sophistication and
his present assignment of speaking for the old man, and the last
couple of years representing the firm over here.
    “ We wish you a pleasant
evening.”
    Fujimoto chimed in with blessings in
Japanese as Braden dismounted labouriously onto the sidewalk in
front of their restaurant. His tie was loose and the coat still
unbuttoned, but he felt and looked okay. With a decisive gesture,
he stuck his tie, all rolled up, into his pocket. Heather gulped
the wine, ready to move on now that she was sated. Sakai took the
glass from her.
    Braden helped a glowing Heather out
and the pair stood drinking in the cool, crisp air as the driver
stood at attention.
    Braden handed the man a fifty and
received at sharp salute. Heather broke up in hard-to-suppress
giggles, and the man slammed the door. The glass slid down as he
went to his own side.
    “ Bye, Heather.” Sakai blew
her a kiss, which made Heather blink but she cheerfully returned
it.
    “ Bye, lover. And good luck
with whatever.”
    Sakai nodded thoughtfully, winked at
Braden and then he winked out of existence as far as they were
concerned when the dark pane slid into position. The car moved off,
its taillights inscrutable in the darkness, as Theodore Sakai
phoned Mister Tomonaga’s room, just to let them know they had been
delayed ever so slightly, but were only five minutes
away.
    “ I’m sorry you didn’t come
in the car.” Heather clung to Braden’s strong right hand, holding
him in close with a grip on his upper arm.
    Her body danced a little in place, in
thrall to some inner rhythm.
    “ Think of it as a lot of
foreplay.”
    What in the hell had just
happened?
    “ Boy, Heather. You’re
really throwing it down lately.”
    “ A girl has to know what
she wants.”
    Braden nodded in solemn agreement and
then they both grinned like fiends again.
    Heather looked up with a smirk. She
bumped her hip up against Braden’s, looking up at the marquee,
conscious now of some married couple up the street at a bus stop.
The man was staring at them. Simpering, Heather leaned forwards and
gave him a happy little finger wave and the guy straightened right
up, pointedly ignoring them as now wifey-poo took on a look of
disdain. From the side, the man’s face got redder and
redder.
    Heather felt like the total rebel. It
felt good, too.
    “ Well, I don’t know about
you, but I’m hungry as all hell.” Braden moved towards the
exotic-looking entrance.
    By some weird coincidence they were
having Chinese food tonight.
    Heather took a deep breath, smiled,
letting go of his hand, her posture very tall with chin up at
Braden’s side, and the pair of them walked into the place like they
owned it.
    They would be hungry again in a half
hour or so but who cared? Once they were inside, Braden whipped out
his phone in the hopes of finding the number of the local limo
company. He was wondering if they were in a good mood and hopefully
they wouldn’t mind forgetting about it. He was terribly sorry and
it was all a big mistake.
     
     
    Scene Three

     
    After a long night of love-making, and
then morning sex on Sunday. Braden didn’t have to be at work until
eleven o’clock. It was lovely, no costumes or role-playing, no
hurried preparations, just the two of them