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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete the file.  Otherwise ....enjoy!


Protection
Book One of a Political Saga

By

Nessus


Chapter Fifteen


I spent the next day idling through the shops and thinking about what I had 
to do that night. It won't be that hard, I said to myself. Do it and get out 
of that apartment quickly. At least I knew Chorister would be there at the 
end.

The shop assistant was showing me perfumes when a young man hesitantly 
approached me. He was tall with unruly hair in a Hugh Grant kind of way but 
a little more masculine than the late Harvey Garret. "Excuse me," he said, 
smiling nervously as I turned. "Do you speak English?"

"Yes," I said, bowing slightly. "I speak English, thank you."

He smiled in nervous relief. "Gosh, great. Anyway," he said blushing as the 
shop assistant smiled at me in a funny way. "I was watching you from over 
there. Actually," he admitted, "I was cutting through here and I saw you. 
Saw you here, I mean," he rambled.

"Yes," I said politely. "Excuse me, please?"

He stopped and took a deep breath, blushing a deeper shade of red. "It's 
just that I saw you here and I couldn't believe it. Gosh, you're the most 
beautiful woman I have ever seen!" He paused and realised what he said. 
"Terribly sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," he stuttered. "You must 
think I'm an awful fool."

"You have a card?" I asked, smiling slightly.

"Card? Of course, the card thing," he said as he fumbled in his suit pocket 
for a card. "Got to have a card. Here," he said triumphantly as he passed me 
his business card.

"Roland Young," I read and he appeared startled. "Stockbroker?"

"Gosh, you read English. You probably speak thousands of languages and I've 
treated you like a total fool. I'm so sorry," he rambled on.

I smiled and bowed slightly. "Yuki Toshiro," I said softly.

He froze and looked down at me. "Yuki?"

"Yuki Toshiro," I repeated. "I apologise as I do not have a card."

"Not at all. Not a problem. It's a pleasure to meet you. I say, have you 
seen the Palace? Do you have time to see some of the sights? Have you been 
here before?"

"I have been fortunate enough to visit here before," I said slowly. 
"Unfortunately, I leave tomorrow," I said and his face fell. "You have been 
very kind to speak to an unimportant tourist in your fair city. Thank you, 
you have been, how you say, very sweet?"

"Yes, well, that's the way things are, I suppose. I apologise once again and 
if you ever return....?" He stopped, embarrassed.

"I have your business card," I said softly. "When I return perhaps you could 
show me the Palace? It will not be for several months, I'm afraid."

"I don't care," he blurted out. "Whenever. Please call," he said as he 
started to move away. "Please?" he entreated and I bowed again, watching him 
merge with the crowd. As I watched him I began to wonder if I was starting 
to find men attractive and was it a result of the conditioning?

The shop assistant was smiling. "My dear, what ever you've got, I want. That 
has never happened to, although, I can't say I blame him.  Now, we were 
looking at this perfume?"

I spent some time dressing that night after a long perfumed bath. Settling 
on a simple red dress with black pantyhose and shoes, I was fixing my face 
when Chorister let herself in. I watched her in the mirror and she froze 
when she saw my face. "You think I'm acceptable?" I asked shyly and she 
slowly nodded.

"Yuki, you are incredible. It's your eyes, I think, so big and expressive."

I stood and modelled the dress. "You can not see that I am not complete?" I 
asked, again in a shy tone and she blushed a little.

"No sign at all. You are an incredibly beautiful woman. In pantyhose," she 
added slyly and I grinned a little.

"Yes. You told me he will find it appealing."

Chorister nodded. "He will," she said and then grew serious. "Ready?"

"Yes," I said looking around and she picked up a black lace wrap.

"Looking for this?"

"Yes. Thank you." I stopped. "Are you sure this dress is suitable? Should I 
change to another?"

Chorister moved close and stared down at me as she placed the wrap around my 
shoulders. "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen," she said. 
"And I swear you will be safe tonite. I will protect you. Let's get through 
this and move on." I took a deep breath and then nodded. "Ready?" she asked 
again.

"Yes," I am ready."

End Chapter Fifteen
(Nessus29@hotmail.com)
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading. This is my most ambitious work to date and it has a 
strange plot, unfolding as I work and I'm interested to see if it all fits 
together at the end. I'm clear about the first book and there are ideas for 
a second. Time will tell.
As always, interested in your comments (nessus29@hotmail.com) and all other 
Nessus stories are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org
By the way, the title is from the Massive Attack song "Protection". It will 
all fit together at the end if you listen to the song.

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