My presence at those evening business meetings became more and more routine as time passed. Aunty sex Didn’t he leave your clothes with Fumiko?”
“What? She couldn’t possibly hurt me, I thought. I suddenly became aware that I’d been crying and this seemed to please her greatly. Do you understand this?”
I nodded again. It was a slow torture and very subtle in design, I thought. One could almost ignore the city spread out behind the thick shrubbery and trees that crowded the wrought iron railing. “You’re so stupid.”
“I am not. So I let him take me to a tattoo parlor where they also did piercing and let the tattooist put a slender gold ring in each nipple. “I love her as well,” Fumiko smiled sadly. There were large display cases with all forms of rings, bars, and oddly shaped metal devices designed to penetrate, stretch, or compress the flesh.
