Learning_About_Myself.03

THE MEGUMI STORIES
BY MEGUMI KATO AND FRIENDS

VOLUME 06: LEARNING ABOUT MYSELF
BY SAYAKA ONODERA AND BOB WILLIAMS

PART 03

CHAPTER III

The Video

It was late when I woke the next morning, and I found 
I was alone under the _futon_. For a while I stretched 
out luxuriously, enjoying that lovely feeling of total 
well-being that - I now know - comes to a girl who 
wakes after having been thoroughly fucked. It must 
have been after ten, but that hardly mattered. It was 
after all Saturday, and I had been up very late the 
night before - Reina had been demanding and kept me 
sucking and probing her pussy for ages until she at 
last achieved a shattering climax and fell asleep in 
my arms. Not that I would have missed a moment of it. 
I felt proud that, beginner as I was, I had been able 
to bring such an experienced woman to a pinnacle of 
satisfied lust.

At last I got up, stowed the bedding in its cupboard, 
took a quick shower and went to get myself some 
breakfast. Reina was definitely out: her shoes had 
gone from the entrance-hall and she had put her sexy 
boots from last night tidily away in the 
shoe-cupboard. I found I was ravenously hungry after 
all my exertions. While eating I considered what to do 
during the day while I waited for her return. I had 
promised to meet some friends at Omotesando for 
window-shopping and a simple lunch. Did I really have 
to go, I wondered? It would surely be boring for the 
sophisticated girl I was becoming to hang out with a 
group of schoolgirls. But then I remembered that I was 
supposed to be living a double life: a 
fifteen-year-old schoolgirl as well as a sexy 
_habituee_ of Tokyo nightlife. So, rather in the 
spirit of someone undertaking a penance, I put on my 
school uniform, locked up carefully and went off to 
join my friends.

In fact I enjoyed myself. It was fun to revert to 
being a giggling schoolgirl, blushing at the clumsy 
insinuations of passing boys. But I found that I now 
looked at the older men, who leered at us and tried to 
rub themselves against our thick uniform skirts on the 
crowded street, in a different light. They had the 
capacity to give me the satisfaction I now longed for; 
and I - yes, even I - had the power to direct their 
lust and make it do what I wanted. That was a 
remarkable new thought. In fact I was so preoccupied 
with it that my friends asked if I was quite well, and 
I had to make a big effort to be cheerful again and 
join in their giggling conversations.

It was mid-afternoon when I returned home. The house 
was still empty, but when I went into my little room 
to get out of my uniform I at once saw that there was 
something lying on top of my schoolbooks on my desk. 
Reina had been there, and gone again.

In fact she had left two things for me. The first was 
a single sheet of paper, a gaudy flyer from a bar or 
nightclub. It showed a beautiful girl dancing under 
spotlights. She was wearing fishnet stockings of the 
kind designed to stay up without a belt or garter. 
Otherwise she wore only a tiny bra and panties, in 
deep pink matching her stockings. They were nothing 
more than three tiny triangles of cloth. The upper 
pair covered the centre of her breasts: under the 
harsh lighting of the spotlights I could see the shape 
of her erect nipples poking through them. The lower 
one only just concealed her pussy, and I could make 
out little wisps of hair escaping prettily along the 
sides - unlike me, she was not shaved or hairless. Her 
body gleamed excitingly in the lights. I wished so 
much I could do what she was doing. Maybe one day ... 
I stopped myself daydreaming and examined the sheet 
more carefully. The writing gave details of the bar 
where she was performing and the words "Tonight 
special! Micro-bikini oily dance!" Attached to one 
corner was a little post-it note in lime green with, 
in Reina's splashy writing, the message, "I thought we 
might go here tonight."

Underneath was a second and even more exciting item: a 
DVD. On the cover was a beautiful photograph of Reina, 
wearing long black gloves in a shiny material and a 
little matching bikini panty. Her lovely breasts were 
bare and she gazed at the camera with a provocative, 
challenging look. The photograph reached only as far 
as her knees so I could not see what she had on her 
feet but her stance suggested that she was wearing 
high-heels. The name printed along the side was Mai 
Kogure, but there was no doubt that it was Reina. The 
title of the DVD was simply _Ensuroru_ [7] _no. 42_. I 
turned the box over. Along with screaming slogans and 
details of the company which had produced the video, 
there was a montage of smaller pictures of Reina being 
kissed, stroked and fingered. One of them was a 
close-up of her face steeped in the sexual ecstasy I 
remembered vividly from the climax I had succeeded in 
giving her the night before.

As you can imagine I lost no time getting out of my 
uniform and into casual clothes. I rushed to the 
living area where the television and DVD player were 
kept and squatted down in front of the screen, my 
heart thumping.

It was, I later came to understand, a fairly standard 
JAV or "Japan adult video", divided into three 
sections and lasting a little over an hour. The first 
section opened with Reina, wearing a only pretty 
bikini and high-heels, seated in an armchair and being 
interviewed by an off-screen male voice. She answered 
simple questions about her name, age, surii-saizu [8] 
and sexual experience. She used the name Mai Kogure as 
on the DVD cover; and unless the video had been filmed 
some time ago understated her age. When asked when she 
had enjoyed her first sexual experience, she blushed 
prettily and admitted that she had been thirteen. 
"_Hayakatta, ne_ (that was early)!" exclaimed the 
invisible interviewer, to which Reina replied shyly, 
"But it was _so_ nice ..."

"And you have had lots of sex since then?" asked the 
interviewer.

Reina looked down, pretending to be embarrassed, but 
admitted that she had.

"Do you enjoy _onani_?"

"Of course!"

"How often?"

"Oh, usually once a day," she replied, sounding more 
casual now.

"And how long?"

"Well ... yesterday it lasted forty, maybe forty-five 
minutes ..."

"That's a long time!"

Reina looked at the camera with a charmingly innocent, 
wide-eyed gaze.

"Oh, do you think so?"

Suddenly two men stepped into shot, one each side of 
her. For the camera Reina looked startled, but in 
reality she must have seen them approaching. They were 
wearing only underpants, and reached out to stroke and 
pet her. Neither of them was good-looking, I thought: 
the one on her left was rather old and fat, and while 
the other was younger and more muscular he had orange 
hair standing up in spikes. But she seemed to enjoy 
what they did to her. Soon they had pushed up the top 
of her bikini so that her beautiful breasts were 
exposed, and began to stroke and lick them. She 
twisted round in her chair and began to kiss the 
interesting bulge in the younger man's underpants, at 
the same time reaching behind to stroke the older 
man's cock too. The marks of her saliva showed dark on 
the pale grey cloth. Then, just to be fair, she turned 
and sucked the older man and stroked the other's cock 
with her long fingers. Then she began to pull down the 
older man's underpants till his erect cock sprang into 
view.

Or partly into view, because to my surprise it was 
obscured with a sort of fuzzy blur over that part of 
the screen. How strange, I thought: I want to see his 
cock and I can't - not fully. I must ask Reina why. 
But there was no time to wonder about that. Reina 
pulled his underpants till they fell to the floor, and 
began to stroke and kiss his erection. Oh lovely, I 
thought - I often do that, and I know how beautiful it 
is! Then she turned and did the same to the younger 
man. Again, that strange blur appeared on the screen. 
Once both cocks were free, she drew them towards her 
face and began to kiss and suck them in turn, then 
squeezing them both into her mouth at once.

One of the men unfastened her bra for her so that she 
was completely free. She looked up at him, thanking 
him with her eyes for his kindness. Her sucking and 
stroking became faster and more passionate. It didn't 
take long. The younger man grabbed his cock, stroked 
it himself, and soon his cum spurted into her open 
mouth, some of it spilling over her lips and chin. 
Then the older man came too, copiously anointing her 
breasts. She fell back into her chair, her eyes 
half-closed and her face transfigured with blissful 
contentment. The translucent blobs and streaks of cum 
glistened on her face and breasts. She looked more 
beautiful than I had ever seen her before.

The screen went dark, and when it brightened again at 
the start of the second episode Reina entered wearing 
a delightfully short red skirt and just a white halter 
hiding her breasts and tied beneath them. She had 
white high-heeled mules on her feet. At first she 
walked elegantly to and fro, showing herself off. Then 
she moved to a black leather couch, kicked off her 
mules and lay down. Her hands began to caress and 
massage her breasts, first through the thin white 
cloth and then directly as she untied the halter and 
dropped it on the floor. She gasped with pleasure, 
pulled up her little skirt and began to masturbate in 
earnest through her tiny gold thong. Her fingers soon 
pushed the thong aside so that they could stroke her 
pussy and clitoris directly. Again that strange blur 
on the screen, obscuring the one thing that surely 
everyone wanted to see - Reina's lovely cunt. She was 
groaning with pleasure now and rolling from side to 
side. She raised her knees and as the camera moved I 
could see her pointing her toes in the way a girl 
often does when she starts to come. Of course I was 
with her! My casual skirt was loose and I had already 
pulled it up round my waist so that my fingers could 
stroke and probe my own naked, hairless pussy. I could 
feel the thick juice gathering in my cunt and wetting 
my fingers.

Suddenly Reina rolled over on the black leather couch 
and lay on her front, her knees drawn up and her skirt 
too up round her waist so that her bottom was fully 
visible except where the narrow band of her thong just 
covered her crack and her arsehole. Her hand reached 
round between her legs, pushed the gold thong aside 
again and, so far as I could see through the blur, 
passionately stroked and entered first her cunt and 
then her arsehole. I couldn't do the same without 
losing my view of the screen, but I lifted my bottom 
off the floor and was able to reach far enough round 
myself to tickle my own arsehole. Oh, how lovely it 
was! I was moaning and sobbing with her. At last she 
came, and the camera panned round to show her ecstatic 
face as she savoured her orgasm.

The third sequence was a bit different from the usual, 
even though of course I did not know that, having no 
standards of comparison - this was, after all, the 
first sex video I had ever seen. There were two people 
on the screen. One of course was Reina, dressed in a 
shiny black skirt and high-heeled boots, long black 
gloves and a lovely black corset which made her waist 
exquisitely small while leaving her breasts uncovered. 
The other was a man, naked apart from a mask covering 
the upper part of his face, his hands above his head 
and tied to a bar hanging from the ceiling. Reina 
began by standing very close to the man, stroking and 
caressing his face and chest with her gloved hands and 
then rubbing her naked breasts gently against him. He 
moaned with pleasure and I suddenly remembered the way 
she had stroked my face, neck and shoulders the 
evening before as Bob caressed me with his lovely 
whip. Then suddenly she too had a whip! It was like 
the one I had enjoyed: nine long slim lashes fixed in 
a short handle. She swung it to and fro, and the 
lashes stirred sexily. Then she took up position 
behind the man and after teasing him with a few false 
starts swung the lashes against his naked bottom.

He flung his head back and let out a startled cry. 
Then she did it again. And again. He started to groan, 
and I could just make out that he was begging her to 
whip him more and harder. Did men enjoy being whipped 
like that, just as I did? That was a new and startling 
thought. She stopped, then moved round to the man's 
front and caressed him gently. She kissed him tenderly 
on the mouth and stroked his nipples.

"Was that nice?" she asked him teasingly. "Would you 
like me to do it more?"

"Yes ... yes ..."

"Ask me nicely then. Be a good boy."

"Please will you ..."

"Yes?"

"Please do it more. Please."

"Do what?"

She kissed him and tickled his chest before he could 
reply.

"Please whip me. Again. More ... harder ..."

"That's better! I wanted to hear you say it. Say it 
again!"

"Whip me ..."

"Is it so nice?"

"It's wonderful. The way you do it."

"Perhaps you'd like to watch."

She quickly removed his mask, hanging the whip from 
one wrist by the loop at the end of its handle so that 
her hands were free. There was a big mirror on wheels 
against one wall, which she brought over so that it 
stood in front of him. Then, as he watched, she 
removed her skirt. She was of course naked underneath. 
She walked round him again. She took a firm grip of 
the handle of the whip in her right hand, braced 
herself with her feet apart and gathered the ends of 
the lashes together in her left. Then she began to 
whip him again: hard, frequently, apparently 
endlessly.

She stopped again, and stood close behind him, rubbing 
her crotch against his pink buttocks. She reached 
round and took his cock in her right hand, stroking it 
happily.

"Beautiful, beautiful big cock," she murmured in his 
ear. "Wouldn't it like to come inside me?"

"Yes ... yes ..."

"In my nice juicy love-holes?"

"Oh, yes ..."

"It's so lovely and big and hard because I whipped 
you, isn't it?"

He could only moan in agreement.

"I think we'll make it even bigger and harder first, 
shall we?"

No answer was necessary. Again she took up position 
behind him and began to whip him even harder and 
faster than before. The man let his head fall back and 
moaned in ecstasy. At last she stopped again and moved 
round to his front. She gave his cock another friendly 
stroking, then reached up and freed his hands from the 
bar above his head. He massaged his wrists, then took 
her in his arms. They kissed passionately.

"Ready?" she asked teasingly as they came apart.

For answer he seized her right hand and pulled the 
whip off her wrist. Then he took her waist in his left 
arm, bent her over and brought the lashes down hard 
two - no, three - times on her naked bottom.

"Oh, yes! Oh yes ... yes - _please_!" she whispered as 
he allowed her to stand upright again.

There was a black leather couch against one wall: 
perhaps the same one on which she had masturbated so 
beautifully in the second sequence. Without waiting 
for instructions she went and knelt on it, her arms 
along the back and her hands gripping it tight, her 
lovely hair tumbling down her back as she raised her 
head and offered her firm round bottom to him to 
pleasure as he wished. The lashes were soon rising and 
falling, tumbling over her buttocks and thighs in the 
same random pattern as her hair was making over her 
back and shoulders. She screamed with joy and begged 
him incoherently to whip her harder.

Every time the lashes caressed her they seemed to kiss 
me too, as beautifully as Bob's loving strokes had 
done the evening before. Of course I was masturbating 
furiously now, recalling what had been done to me, 
enjoying what was being done to her. Suddenly, as if 
by mutual agreement, the whipping stopped and Reina 
moved round on the couch, kneeling and facing him with 
her hands behind her head. Now it was the turn of her 
beautiful breasts to receive the whip's love. She 
knelt proudly so that her lap and upper thighs were 
also exposed to the caress of the lashes. Sometimes 
they fell on the corset which bound her waist so 
tightly - could she feel that? Did it add to her 
pleasure?

Again they changed position. He threw the whip aside 
and she knelt lengthways along the couch, offering her 
bottom this time to his hard, thick cock. Clearly her 
cunt was already soaked with love-juice and he needed 
no lubrication. So far as I could tell behind the 
blur, he thrust firmly and smoothly into her 
love-passage, and after resting there a moment began 
to pull out and in, out and in, gripping her thighs in 
his hands while she responded to his rhythm, screaming 
with happiness. After about twenty thrusts he pulled 
out again, turned her round onto her back and pushed 
her thighs up so that her crotch was - apart again 
from the infuriating blur - completely exposed. He 
entered her again. At last he came; and pulled out to 
show his cum dripping from her pussy. The camera moved 
up her body and closed in on her ecstatic face.

"Oh! Oh!" she said when at last she could speak; and 
then, in what I now know are often the final words of 
a sex video, "_Kimochi yokatta, wa_! That felt so 
good!" It was over.

I had been so preoccupied with satisfying my own 
desire that I had hardly been watching the screen 
during the final episode. I dragged my fingers out of 
my own pussy, wiped them on tissues from a packet in 
my skirt pocket and hunted for the remote control. I 
wound back to the point where she had freed the man's 
hands from the overhead bar and started the disc 
again. After fiddling with the buttons I found how to 
slow the playback to half-speed and settled back to 
enjoy every stroke of the whip in full detail. This 
time I couldn't take my eyes off it. I really felt as 
if it was I, not Reina, who was being granted this 
lovely experience. I enjoyed not only the sensation, 
recalled so vividly from what Bob had done to me, but 
also the aesthetic beauty of the lashes swishing 
through the air and falling in random patterns on 
Reina's longing arse. I was soon on the brink of an 
orgasm to match Reina's, and when for the second time 
the man abandoned the whip and thrust his cock into 
her cunt I lost all vestige of control and screamed in 
ecstatic climax as she did.

When I came to myself, the disc had ended again, and 
Reina was seated astride on one of the upright chairs 
looking down on me with an amused smile. I sat up 
hurriedly, my heart beating and my face red with shame 
and embarrassment.

"That's all right, dear!" said Reina kindly. "I'm glad 
you were having such a nice time. In fact, I'm 
flattered. We make these videos to give people 
pleasure. And it looks as if you enjoyed it all 
right."

I still could not say anything, but sat up with my 
skirt pulled tightly down over my legs and my arms 
round my knees.

"Which scene did you enjoy most?"

I had to say something now.

"The last scene," I said in a shy little voice. "Where 
you whipped him, and then ... he whipped you ..."

"Yes. I'm rather pleased with that scene. In fact, I 
had to persuade the company to include it. You see, 
it's a bit different from the usual programme in a 
standard video." I looked at her, wanting to know 
more. "We'd been experimenting with ideas for a BDSM 
video for me to star in. Bondage and Discipline, 
Sado-Masochism," she explained. "The trouble is, even 
though I wanted very much to make it, the Adult Video 
business is specialised. Compartmentalised. Once a 
girl specialises in masochism videos, she is known for 
that and it's difficult to do anything else. I 
wouldn't have minded that, but the company weren't 
sure they were ready for me to stop making standard 
fuck videos. So I had made the one scene, and it 
looked like going to waste. Until they agreed to 
include it in my video in the _Enthrall_ series." She 
went on talking, obviously giving me time to recover 
from my embarrassment at having been caught 
masturbating. "But despite the studio's worries, my 
fans really liked it. I had lots of letters begging me 
to make more BDSM scenes." She giggled charmingly. 
"Quite a few volunteered to act with me. They all 
wanted to be the man who gets whipped."

I looked up at her. At last there was something not 
too embarrassing I could ask her about.

"Do men really like being whipped?" I asked. "The way 
we do ... I do?"

"Quite a lot do. So long as it's done really, you 
know, nicely. With style. By a girl who takes the 
trouble to dress up and act the part. As an _ojosan_ 
or a _sadisu-chan_."

"What's the difference?"

"Well, a 'princess' type - _ojosan_ - looks very 
distant and superior, and gives the impression of 
despising men, wanting to humiliate them as her 
slaves. Some men love that and can't get enough of it. 
But you have to check first! A 'little sadist' or 
_sadisu-chan_ is much more of a fun girl who just does 
the whipping as a bit of foreplay. And she enjoys that 
sort of foreplay herself, so she constantly teases the 
man with her whip and tempts him to grab it and take 
his revenge by whipping her."

"As happened to you ..."

I gestured at the screen.

"Yes. That was such fun. He was a really good 
partner."

"I think I would enjoy that sort of whipping," I said. 
"Being a _sadisu-chan_, I mean."

"I'm sure you would. I _know_ you would."

"There's something I want to ask you," I said.

"Sure. I'm here to tell you anything you want to know 
about your future career."

"My ..." I gasped.

Reina had never before said so clearly that she 
expected me to become a sex-video actress like 
herself, and that she would be my mentor and guide. 
This was too big and exciting a thought for me to take 
in all at once. I could not yet find words to discuss 
with her all it meant and might mean. I took refuge in 
the practical matter that had been bothering me.

"In that video," I went on, "every time you were 
making love - and the camera showed your pussy and 
your lover's cock - the picture went all blurred so I 
couldn't see properly. Why did it do that?"

"Yes, you're right to ask. That's the absurd 
censorship system in this country."

"Censorship? But why ... how ..."

"Japanese law says you're not allowed to show pussies 
and cocks. So they have to be hidden by something 
called a mosaic."

"I don't understand. Surely that's the whole point of 
a sex-video, isn't it? Seeing a beautiful girl - like 
you - taking a lovely cock ..."

"Of _course_ it is!" said Reina, getting more and more 
excited. "The censorship is absurd! It makes no sense 
at all. It makes Japan look ridiculous. We have the 
second largest pornography industry in the world, 
after the American, and easily the best in terms of 
quality, and we are still required to spoil our work 
with this idiotic mosaic."

"I'm very ignorant, I know," I said modestly, "but 
can't anything be done about it? Can't you just refuse 
to do what the law says?"

"That's very clever of you."

I blushed, hoping that she was pleased rather than 
annoyed with me for having - apparently - asked the 
right question.

"We argue about that a lot," she went on. "Do we 
attack the mosaic nonsense head-on by challenging it, 
or do we push for improvements bit by bit? In America 
they got rid of censorship by attacking it. Their 
courts were persuaded that not letting a girl show 
herself off nude was a breach of her right to free 
speech." She giggled. "I know that sounds ridiculous, 
but it's true. It wouldn't work here."

"So what can we do?" I asked.

Later, thinking over this discussion, I realised that 
by saying "we" I had accepted Reina's assumption that 
I would join her in the sex industry.

"Well, the censorship used to be much worse. I suppose 
pushing to have it reduced and finally removed is the 
right thing to do. Even though it's very frustrating! 
You won't believe it, but we used to have to put the 
mosaic over still pics too! Well, we got rid of that. 
Everyone is now free to produce _hea-nuudo_ [9] still 
pictures. And the mosaic in videos is much less 
intrusive than it used to be. One day ... What the 
idiots in charge of this country don't understand," 
she went on, standing up and waving her arms about in 
her excitement and enthusiasm, "is that our videos 
make people happy. Or perhaps they do understand that 
and don't want people to be happy."

"But why wouldn't they?" I asked, astonished.

"Oh, you know ..." she said vaguely. "If people are 
having a happy time just enjoying themselves, they 
wouldn't want to work so hard. And the politicians are 
worried women aren't having enough children. Of course 
we don't have children! We know sex is for pleasure, 
not for that."

"And I suppose," I said cautiously, "our videos help 
girls to understand that."

"Yes! Yes! We make people happy. And how do we do 
that? By showing them something beautiful. There's 
nothing more beautiful than a tight, juicy pussy with 
a thick cock sliding into it ... and a girl squealing 
with joy. Or the happiness on a girl's face as she 
kisses and sucks a lovely erection."

"Oh ..." I murmured, remembering.

"Our customers - the people who buy and rent our 
videos - are mostly men of course. A man enjoys 
watching the fucking, and he masturbates to it, or 
dreaming of it afterwards. But he learns something 
too! He sees a beautiful girl screaming in orgasm, and 
he sees what the man in the video is doing to her. He 
wants to feel that he's a real hero too, who can make 
girls scream with happiness. So next time he has a 
girl, he tries to do what the man in the video did. At 
least, I hope he does!"

"Oh, yes ... I hope so too! How lovely for her ..." I 
whispered.

"But not all our customers are men. A lot of young 
girls watch them too. You know that, don't you? We 
show them how to be happy. How to make their lovers 
happy. We teach them what's really good, what to ask 
their lovers to do to them. Why do you think the shops 
that sell whips and clamps and restraint gear and 
other sex-toys are doing such good business?"

I suddenly thought of the smart carrier bags Reina 
sometimes used. They came from a shop called 
"Restraint", I suddenly remembered. She was still 
speaking, unstoppably. Perhaps she should become a 
politician herself, I thought. She talks more sense 
than any of them.

"Because we've shown girls how lovely those toys are 
and what pleasure they give - and we've shown men how 
to use them on their girls - and we've made it easier 
for girls to ask for them. They just have to say, 
'Please do to me what that man did to his girl on the 
video we watched together.'"

"And sometimes," I said, hardly able to contain my 
admiration, "that girl on the video is you."

"That's right! And one day soon it will be you."

I felt as if I would burst would pride and excitement.

"Do you think," I asked, choosing my words carefully, 
"by the time I am able to make videos like you do - do 
you think the censorship will have ended?"

"Well, it can't last much longer. Already some studios 
are refusing to accept it."

"Ah ..." I said, remembering that I had asked about 
that earlier in this discussion.

"They say they are making videos only for the export 
trade. You can't make those with the mosaic. It would 
be absurd. And of course the so-called 'export' videos 
enter the Japanese market. Whatever the law says. It 
can't be stopped, especially these days with the 
internet and downloading. So that ought to undermine 
the censorship."

"Do you ... could I ... make 'export' videos like 
that? Uncensored ones?"

"I haven't yet. The trouble is, if you are known to do 
that, then it's difficult to get work from the other 
studios. And I'm a freelance. I want to be able to 
work with any studio that likes me. But some girls get 
round that by using two names. Of course everyone 
knows it's the same girl, but so long as they don't 
_have_ to know ... Maybe one day ..."

"That's what I'll do," I said firmly.

I was surprised at my own determination, and for a 
moment was afraid that Reina might be annoyed with me 
for my lack of deference to her seniority and 
experience. But she just laughed and changed the 
subject.

"Now we must get ready for this evening," she said. 
"You saw the leaflet I left for you? You'd like to go 
to that club?"

"I'd love to. With you ..."

"Oh, I'll be there. To look after you. You're not 
quite ready yet to go to places like that on your 
own."


FOOTNOTES

[7] "Enthrall". An example of the unerring ability of 
Japanese marketing people to choose for their products 
English words totally unsuited to expression in 
_katakana_. - B W

[8] "Three size", as a Japanese girl describes her bust, 
waist and hip measurements. - B W

[9] From English "hair-nude": pictures which show girls' 
cunts in all their natural beauty, without intrusive 
censorship. - B W


[Next in Part 04: Chapter IV: My First Public 
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