Caught!
By Emi Tsuruta

Note: this is one in a series of posts about my life.  If you'd like to know more about my friends and me, please drop by my home page at:
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This happened when I was in my junior year at Oceanview U. here in California.  I was just sitting in class, listening to the prof and taking notes, when I notice these two blonde Anglo-American boys looking back up at me, and whispering.

"Hey, isn't that the girl from the video?"

Video?  What video?  My first reaction was to look behind me to see if there was some other girl who'd been in some kind of video on YouTube or whatever.  Before I could find this video actress though, I hear the other guy whisper back,

"I don't know.  If it is, she sure looks different with her clothes on."

I did my best to keep a straight face, but to tell you the truth, a shiver ran up my spine.  Oh no!  There was no mistaking that part.  There probably aren't any other girls in this class who wander around naked near campus, so I instantly thought that they must be talking about me.  But what 'video' is it they're talking about?  Surely not the one my boyfriend Ryosuke made.  I probably told you about this before, but the morning before we headed out to visit our friends Kiyomi and Eden near San Francisco, Ryosuke borrowed a camcorder from school, and made a video of me fooling around bottomless on the doorstep of my host mom Loretta's house!  We're pretty sure that Eden saw that video, but how would these guys get it?  It must be some other video, but when on earth had I been videoed?  This can't be good.

My friend Satomi, who was sitting next to me, nudged my shoulder, jarring me out of my reverie.  The prof noticed the two boys turned around looking at me, and cleared his throat to get them to face front.  I smiled at the prof, but actually, I had other problems to worry about now.  What is this video they're talking about, and who all has seen it?

That night when I got back home, I started scouring the internet for a video with me in it.  I tried searching for all kinds of keywords: Japanese girl, Oceanview, SoCal, nude beach... everything I could think of.  I didn't really know where to find this kind of thing, so I ended up phoning my boyfriend Ryosuke.  He had hidden away the video and all his photos of me in a box with a lock, so he didn't think this video came from him.  He looked around on the internet too, but in the end, neither of us could find any videos with me in them.  That was a relief, but that still didn't solve the question of where their video came from.

Next, we had to switch to plan B.  In the college cafeteria, I pointed out the two boys to Ryosuke, and he tried to figure out if we had any mutual acquaintances with them.  Apparently, their names were Roger and Ryan, and they belonged to the university sailing team.  Unfortunately, that didn't help us much because we didn't really know any of the other members of the team.  Eventually, we found out that Ryosuke's Mexican computer pal Manuel worked for the university audiovisual center, and that he knew Roger and Ryan because they'd borrowed camcorders from him before.  I actually wasn't so keen on sending Manuel to get a copy of the video because that would mean he would see it too, but anyway, we didn't know for sure if it was me in the video, and even if it was, Ryosuke assured me that we could trust Manuel not to show it to anyone.  I didn't really know Manuel all that well, but he and Ryosuke were pretty close because they were always doing computer stuff together.  Eventually, I agreed to let Manuel in on the whole thing.

Weeks went by, and we didn't hear anything, and then one day, Ryosuke phones me up saying that he'd finally gotten a copy of the video.  Apparently, Roger and Ryan initially denied having any secret videos, but they kept coming back to the AV centre to borrow camcorders from Manuel, so it was kind of obvious that they were videoing something.  I was relieved that we'd finally get to see this, but I was also quite worried about what it might be of.

Then, one night after school, Ryosuke had me over to his house to watch the video.  In some ways, it was much worse than I'd thought.  It was me alright and Satomi at the beach.  Luckily, I was wearing these big dark sunglasses in the video, so it would be harder for people to tell it was me.  Someone must have stumbled on Satomi and me, and followed us when we went to get changed.  It wasn't even the nude beach - it was the main textile beach - although we had walked down to the end where there were fewer people.  I'd taken a look around before we started changing, but from the video it looked like the cameraman had used some kind of zoom lens from a distance, so I hadn't realized anyone was there.  I admit that it was an incredibly silly thing to do, getting changed out in the open like that.  I vaguely remember hearing voices not far off, but for some reason, I really thought that no one had seen us getting changed.

Sitting there watching this, I felt really upset.  Ryosuke had seen me naked before, of course, but now Roger and Ryan had too, and almost certainly Manuel!  Oh god.  I should have been more careful!

Fortunately, the video is kind of unsteady, and there are tree branches and leaves blocking the view.  The cameraman, whoever he was, must have been nervous and excited to have caught Satomi and me changing like that.  I was so sure that no one was watching us though that I took off my poncho and shorts, and stood there bottomless holding the towel for Satomi while she got changed.  The cameraman zooms in on my bare behind, and even managed to get a shot of Satomi naked when I moved the towel.  Fortunately, in class, Roger and Ryan didn't seem to recognize Satomi at all.  I guess she doesn't really look like the kind of girl who would get naked outdoors.

Luckily, we heard a car coming after that, and rushed to get dressed into our bikinis, but I was wearing platform sandals, and even in my bikini I looked so hot.  As we come out of the thicket of trees, the video pans down, and suddenly, I remember.  That was the day that Doug from our Anthropology class came, and hit on us.  I remember this because he introduced us to a guy named Marv, who lived nearby, and they invited us to come check out Marv's hot tub.  Doug couldn't be the cameraman though because later on he's in the video, talking to me when Satomi and I went to buy a hot dog.  Marv doesn't appear in the video, so maybe he was the mystery cameraman!

Up until then, Ryosuke had been pretty quiet, trying to look sympathetic to my plight, even though I could tell he was getting a kick out of watching me flit around in my bare scuddy.  Now though he looked a bit uncomfortable because here I was standing in line with Satomi getting hit on by Doug, when if you look pretty carefully, you can tell I'm not wearing anything under my poncho.  Oops!  I swear I really didn't think anyone was watching us, much less videotaping my scampering around half naked.  You can kind of tell I'm enjoying being naked, a secret I didn't really want anyone to know.  Fortunately, I turned Doug down, but in the video you see him giving me his phone number, and then Satomi and I laughing as he walks away.

After that, I don't appear in the video anymore, but there are shots of other girls in their bikinis.  Satomi and I seem to be the only ones they caught naked.  I wonder how many people have seen this.  Marv, Doug, Roger, Ryan, Manuel?  Who else?  Then again, Roger and Ryan don't seem to know it's me, so maybe the cameraman wasn't Marv after all.  I don't remember seeing him carrying a camcorder that day although I could be wrong.  There was a lot going on that day, and I wasn't really paying all that close attention to Marv.

Anyway, the next time I saw Doug at school, I probed his eyes looking for a hint of guilt, but he didn't really react at all, so I don't think he was involved.  Roger and Ryan seemed to have come to the conclusion that the girl in the video was not me.  I still haven't seen Marv yet, so basically, I don't know what really happened.  After that though, I became more careful, and stopped fooling around outside for a while.

Then, not too long after that, I was sitting in the common room of Satomi's dorm one night.  A guy named Graeme came in, and recognized me.  I did remember him.  We'd met during Orientation when I was just a freshman.  He was from Australia, and like me, a long way from home, so I guess we kind of hung around together a bit that first week.  I think he was studying English literature, but I don't think we've ever had a class together.  Anyway, it turns out that he remembers me... or rather this one party we went to together.  He starts talking up a storm asking if I remember this girl we saw at the Orientation Dance that year.  At first, I didn't know who he was talking about, but then he says she was up on one of the side stages, and stripped off her clothes during one dance number.

I'd almost completely forgotten about this, but once I'd thought about it, I started to remember.  She was kind of pretty with sandy light brown hair, sort of British-looking.  She danced - buck naked - all packed in with these other girls up on the stage.  At the time, I was kind of surprised that she was willing to strip naked with so many people there.  She had made an even bigger impression on Graeme though, because apparently, he'd been looking for her ever since, and only recently, happened to bump into her out on the street somewhere.

As he is telling me all this, I'm trying very hard to keep a straight face.  I want very much to meet this woman, because clearly we have a lot in common, but I can't just come out, and ask Graeme about her without some kind of explanation.  I tried to be subtle, asking if he was going to see her again.  He says he got her phone number, but now he's too embarrassed to call.  The problem is - and I can understand this completely - he can't just come out, and say "Are you that girl I saw naked at Orientation?"

Seeing a way to solve both of our problems, I offer to phone in his place, and set up a meeting.  He says her name is Crystal, but beyond that, neither of us knew much about her.  It turned out that she didn't even go to Oceanview U., but was just in town visiting friends for Orientation.  Her area code was a San Francisco number.  It figures.  I hadn't really visited San Fran so much, but from what I'd heard, it seems like some of the people up there are a bit wilder than people in Oceanview.

Anyway, I exchanged numbers with Graeme, and told him I'll call him once I'd gotten through to Crystal.  That weekend, I asked Loretta if I could make a long distance call, and phoned Crystal from the safety of my room.  Crystal sounded normal enough, not wild at all.  She'd graduated from Berkeley, and was working in San Fran.  Luckily, she had fond memories of her visits to Oceanview, and agreed to meet Graeme and me for coffee in San Fran.  This wasn't exactly what I wanted.  For one thing, it meant we'd have to go up there, and perhaps stay the night because it's pretty far from Oceanview.  Also, I knew it was going to be hard to ask her about that night with Graeme there, but anyway, it was a chance to meet her.  We can take things from there.

Anyway, I told Satomi I was going to San Francisco with Graeme, and she of course got all concerned about why I'm going on this trip with a strange man whom I barely know.  I guess I could ask Kiyomi if we could stay with her and Eden, but I thought that might be asking for trouble given my history with Eden, so after consulting with Graeme, we decided to book a night in one of San Fran's youth hostels.  I just told Ryosuke I was busy on the weekend, and didn't explain why.  Luckily, Ryosuke was working anyway, so that worked out well.

The next Saturday morning, I met up with Graeme, and we took the train up to San Francisco.  Graeme and I still had this outsider rapport going, both having been born outside the U.S., but actually, he seemed a bit confused as to why I was tagging along with him to meet Crystal.  I guess he thought maybe I was interested in him romantically, or I was just a busybody helping him out.  Graeme seemed like a nice enough guy I guess, but the real truth was I was dying to meet Crystal, and find out if she was the same as me.  I don't know that many exhibitionists - at least not people who admit to being one.

Anyway, we ended up in this weird coffee shop that smelled like incense with red walls and an Anglo-American server girl in a Chinese dragon lady dress.  I'm pretty sure the waitress was a 'butch dyke' (my apologies if that's the wrong term), but when Crystal showed up she was dressed in a navy business blazer and knee length skirt - on break from work apparently.  Graeme was trying desperately to connect with her, but his excitement was making him nervous, and Crystal was just being polite, not knowing quite what to make of the two of us.  I realized that she was about to excuse herself, and head back to work, but luckily, Graeme headed off to the washroom, giving me a chance to talk to her.  I grabbed her by the arm to get her to listen.

"Um, Crystal, there's something I really want to ask you."

"Um, yeah, what?" she replied, a bit surprised.

"Do you remember that Orientation dance?  It was in the Globe Theater right next to the residences."

"Um, I went to a few different parties that week.  I don't..."

From the vaguely fearful look in her eye, I could tell she knew exactly what I was talking about.  I very much doubted that she goes around stripping naked at a whole bunch of different parties.  There was something about that night, that atmosphere.  She was away from San Fran, away from Berkeley, and wanted to blow off some steam.  There was a whole bunch of girls together with her up on the side stage.  Maybe some of them were her friends.  The guys were down on the dance floor a bit farther off.  The strobe lights kept flashing on and off, different colors, and there was theatrical smoke in the air, making it a bit hard to see.  Almost everyone had been drinking, so she was probably pretty drunk.  She caught my eye though when she started to strip, first her top and skirt, and eventually her bra and panties as well.  No matter how dark and smoky it was, it was hard to miss that.  Her naked body looked beautiful.  Her pubic hair was light brown just like the hair on her head.  She looked happy, joyful... ecstatic even.

"Listen, we don't have much time.  I just wanted to tell you that I know what you did that night, and I know exactly how you feel.  I've done some pretty crazy things myself..."

There was this brief flash of recognition, but then her eyes went blank again.

"I really don't know what you are talking about..."

I glanced over at the counter, and our lesbian waitress was staring at me, this knowing look in her eye.  Oh, for heaven's sake, I'm not a lesbian, I wanted to tell her.

Unfortunately, then, Graeme came back, and I lost my chance.  Crystal made her excuses, and got out of there in quite a rush.  I guess my confronting her like that must have made her uneasy.  Graeme looked kind of disappointed too that our meeting hadn't gone better.

Anyway, Graeme and I headed up to the hostel, both feeling a bit dejected.  My early run-in with the video incident made me acutely aware of how worrying it can be when you think you've been found out.  I could understand well why she was being so cautious especially since it looked like she had a serious job now.

After we'd dropped off our bags at the hostel, Graeme and I went to a seafood restaurant nearby.  He thanked me for helping him, but finally asked,

"Why'd you come all this way?"

"I think I know how Crystal feels," I began.

"What do you mean?"

I looked at him, wondering briefly whether I should tell him about my 'tendencies,' but couldn't get up the nerve.

"She doesn't know anything about you and me.  We are just two complete strangers who saw her that night.  Of course, we remember her, but she doesn't know us from Adam.  And she's worried too I guess.  Are we police?  Are we there to harm her?"

"I would never hurt her," Graeme protested.  "She seems sweet... innocent even."

I had a certain sympathy with Graeme too.  He was attracted to Crystal despite her exhibitionism, maybe even because of it.  He seemed like a trustworthy guy.

"Maybe she is innocent.  Maybe she doesn't usually do that kind of thing."

I was sure that Crystal was the girl from the dance, but I could tell that Graeme was wavering.  I guess he felt betrayed, having built up this image of this sexy vixen in his mind over the years, only to meet the straight-laced Crystal in her business suit.  He couldn't understand how she could have these two different sides to her.  I understood only too well.  She reminded me of myself.

Anyway, after supper, we headed back to the hostel.  It was actually pretty nice, right in Golden Gate Park, not too far from the beach.  It was a bit overcast though and fairly windy, so we decided to just hang around in the hostel.  Graeme wanted to talk, mostly about that night and how he yearned to meet the stripper girl again, but I wasn't really in the mood, so I went off, had a shower, and then changed into my p.j.'s.  I came out to the guest lounge to chat with Graeme some more.  When I came back out, he was in this theater-like room watching TV.  I left to check my email, and then said good night, and headed off for bed.

I couldn't get the day's events off my mind though, so eventually I got my cell phone out, wondering if I should give Crystal a call.  She didn't seem all that keen on seeing us again, but maybe if I caught her at home, I could make her understand.

"Crystal?  Hi, it's Emi.  Thanks for meeting us today.  It was really nice to see you again."

"Um, Emi.  Listen.  I really think that you must have me mixed up with someone else."

"Really?  You look an awful lot like the girl I met three years ago.  I don't think I'll ever forget the way she danced."

The line went silent.  Crystal was obviously a bit distressed by the whole situation, getting found out and all.

"Listen.  Sorry.  I didn't mean that.  I wasn't trying to imply that you are lying or anything."

More silence.

"Things are different up here in San Fran," I went on.  "I mean you have all these different parades where people walk around naked..."  I deliberately lowered my voice when I said the word 'naked.'  In my hostel room, there were several bunk beds, and I'd seen a blonde woman wandering around earlier, and was worried that she might be up in one of the beds.

"In Oceanview, we have this nude beach, but actually I think public nudity is illegal in L.A. County..."  I realize that I am completely babbling now, desperately struggling to find some way to reassure her.  "What were you doing in Oceanview that weekend anyway?" I asked.

Crystal paused for a bit longer, but then finally spoke.

"I'd already been to Berkeley Orientation, and I knew a few girls who were going to Oceanview.  They just invited me to come down, and party..."  The last word caught in her throat, probably because she thought it might give her away.

"Yeah, you looked like you were having a good time..." I laughed.  She didn't laugh with me, but I guess she had figured out that I knew the naked dancer was her.

"Is that true about the laws in L.A. County?" she asked.

"What?"

"That public nudity is illegal?"

I smiled at this.  I guess she hadn't even realized that what she had done was wrong.

"You're from San Fran originally?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, it's true.  I don't know the details, but I'm pretty sure I saw something like that on the web.  What about here?  Is it illegal?"

"No, it isn't.  I mean they were talking about introducing some kind of bylaw about not being able to go into stores or restaurants naked."

I laughed.

"Even with our nude beach and everything, the attitudes in Oceanview are pretty strict.  I mean I've never had any run-ins with the police or anything...," I explained, lowering my voice again.  I wonder if I should even be telling her any of this.  It seemed so dangerous...

"The police?  What do you mean?"

I had to decide whether I should tell her everything or not.  Surely if there was anyone who could understand it would be her.

"Um, you know.  Like I mean them discovering me some place..."

"Discovering you?"  Crystal seemed determined to play dumb, and coax me into saying it.

"Well, I don't know.  Like that night with you dancing on the stage.  If the dean's wife had stopped in, and seen you, I think she would have called the police..."

Crystal went silent again, evidently wondering how to respond to that.  She clearly didn't want to admit that she'd stripped naked that night, but obviously, I knew, and recognized her, so there was little point in denying it.

"Do you do things like that?" she countered, without saying what 'that' was.

"Not in front of so many people.  And not on purpose," I stated matter-of-factly as if that somehow made it alright.  She pondered that a bit longer.

"Listen, Emi.  It's getting kind of late..."

"I have a question for you.  When you say it's not illegal to walk around naked in San Francisco, does that mean you can just wander around outside on the street naked?"  As soon as I said this, I regretted it, but I was so excited to finally have someone to talk with this about, I was getting ahead of myself.

"No, it's nothing like that.  A beautiful young girl like yourself can't just wander around naked all the time.  There are rules, social norms..."

Even though I could hear what she was saying, I was still getting very excited at the possibilities.  All my life I'd lived in fear of getting caught, but now I was in a place where it was actually OK to be naked.

"Wow!  That's so cool!" I burbled.

"Emi!  Did you even hear what I said?"

"I heard you.  I heard you.  I know.  I'm just saying that it must be cool to live in a place like that - to be able to get naked anytime, anywhere."  In my excitement, I'd raised my voice a bit, but then I heard this rustling from one of the beds above.  So that blonde woman I'd seen earlier was here.  Had she heard me?

"Listen, Crystal.  I'd better go, but could we talk more some other time?  There's so much I want to ask you..."

"Emi, I... um... I'm not..."

"I know.  Don't worry.  I just want to chat, nothing so serious.  Would that be OK?"

"Emi, like I said, I'm a little bit worried that you've gotten the wrong idea..."

I couldn't help feeling disappointed.  I was so sure that deep down she was an exhibitionist just like me, but no matter what I said, I couldn't get her to admit it.

"Anyway, I guess, we can talk again some time," she finally relented.  "But whatever you do, promise me you'll be careful."

"Yeah, don't worry.  I'll be fine.  Next time we talk, I'll tell you all about it."

Anyway, we finally said goodbye, and hung up.  The woman in the other bunk had gone quiet again, so maybe she was asleep, and hadn't heard me after all.  I lay there on the bed for a while, contemplating what Crystal had said.  It's legal to walk around outside naked here.  Wow!  That would be something.  I've always wanted to try something like that.

I reached down the front of my pajama top, and pulled out my lucky locket.  Ryosuke had given it to me a long time ago as a kind of good luck charm.  I opened it up, and looked at the picture for a moment, but then shut it again, and pushed it back down the front of my top.  For some reason, it always seemed to protect me from harm, no matter what I'm doing.  I wonder...  I'm in San Francisco.  Should I?  Dare I take the chance?

The more I lay there though, the more excited I got.  It's a bit hard to explain.  I was just in such awe... at Crystal, at San Fran.  This youth hostel seemed much like other ones I'd been to.  It was actually quite nice, but the difference was here it might actually be OK to walk around naked.  It seemed so strange, so hard to believe, but I couldn't get that thought out of my mind.  I wonder if Graeme has gone to bed yet.

Reaching down, I slid my hands inside my p.j. bottoms and panties, trying to push them down.  The drawstring was too tight though, so I had to undo it first.  My fingers frantically fumbled with the knot.  It's hard to explain why, but I was getting more and more impatient, the longer this took.  I tugged, and tugged on the strings of the bow, and finally managed to pull it undone.  With one smooth motion, I pushed down my bottoms and panties, luxuriating in the pleasure of feeling the sheets directly on my naked skin.  Quickly, before I could change my mind, I sat up, and slid my bare feet into my slippers.  Bunched up from lying down, my pajama top was nowhere near long enough to cover my pussy or bare bottom, but here at least, it probably didn't matter.  Then again Crystal had warned me to be careful, but it was hard to resist the temptation to try.

I cautiously looked up at the woman in the top bunk.  She seemed to be asleep.  I softly tiptoed over to the door, and peeked out into the hallway, trying to see if anyone else was around.  The feeling of the air swirling around my private places was so tantalizing, so exquisite I was on the edge of losing it, losing control.  Out here in the open, my common sense finally kicked in, and I pulled the tails of my night blouse down to cover up my pussy and rear.  There didn't seem to be anyone in the hall, but I can't just walk out there with my pussy on display.  Can I?

The room I was staying in was for women, but just across the hall there were two more bedrooms where Graeme and other guys were staying.  I couldn't really hear much noise coming from those rooms except for a bit of snoring.  I didn't think Graeme had gone to bed yet.  He was probably down in the TV room closer to the other end of the building.  I kind of wanted to get to one of the computers to check if what Crystal had said about the nudity laws here was true.  Unfortunately, the computers were quite some distance down the hall, probably past the TV room even.

I stood there debating whether to put my p.j. bottoms back on, but finally decided to chance it.  The floor was linoleum I think and a bit cold on my bare feet, but that was the least of my worries.  I cautiously peered out from the enclosure where the bedrooms are to the next hall where the glass doors to the patio were.  It was dark outside, but you could see the streetlights from outside shining in.  The next area was the guest dining room, but luckily, there was no one there.  I brushed my fingers against my bare buttocks confirming that my p.j. top was far too short to be wandering around in public in.  My breasts had snapped to attention from the excitement, pulling the hem up further, exposing my pubic hair in the front.  I held my hand in front of my pussy trying to hide it, but if anyone did see me it would be obvious I was naked from the waist down.  I sure hope Crystal is right about this.

I sprinted past the door of the TV room, and slid into this big black leather chair in front of one of the computers in the hall.  I could hear the TV, but anyway, the people in that room were all facing the other way, so I don't think they noticed me.  The feeling of the cool leather on my bare bottom was driving me crazy though, and the computer was taking forever to boot up.  I gently dabbed at my hello kitty, but it was so sensitive it sent a shockwave of pleasure rippling through my whole body.  Oh god.  What am I doing out here?  This is crazy!

Anyway, I finally got the computer going, and typed "public nudity laws San Francisco" into a search engine.  I didn't really have time to read it all, but anyway, as far as I could see, San Fran had stopped enforcing nudity laws in 2008, and were only now discussing the possibility of imposing new restrictions.  Wow!  She was right!

Even so, I was just too nervous to stay out here any longer.  I tried to figure out how to erase the history on the browser, and then once I'd done that, I shut the computer back down.  For some reason though, perhaps from all the excitement, I'd lost my nerve.  I hesitated for the longest time, not wanting to wander past the door of the TV room again, worried that they might see me.  I couldn't just stay out here though, so I finally made a run for it, dashing all the way down the hall back to my room, and closing the door behind me.  I was still quite nervous about waking up the blonde woman, but I eventually managed to tiptoe over to my bed, and get under the covers.  To tell you the truth, I wanted to do more, maybe go outside even, but the stress was too much.  I guess I'll have to come back here some other day, and try this all again.

The next morning I got up early, and had a shower, but the bravest I could manage was to go to breakfast in my p.j. top and white cotton panties.  There were lots of people in the cafe, but no one seemed to think it all that strange that I was dressed like that.

After breakfast, Graeme and I stopped in the guest lounge to take a peek at the newspaper.  I curled up on one of the love seats, pulling up my legs to give Graeme a peek at the crotch of my panties.  I'll admit to teasing him a bit, asking him to again describe how he felt when he had seen Crystal dancing naked that night.  He hemmed and hawed avoiding the question, so using the newspaper as cover, I carefully undid the buttons on my top, half intending to let him have a peek at my tits if I could get him to admit to being interested in me.  He was remarkably cautious though, not really understanding what I was up to, so eventually, we ended up going back to our rooms to get ready to check out.

There was no one in my room, so I stripped naked.  I really wanted to go out into the hallway that way, and maybe peek in to say hi to Graeme, but I couldn't for the life of me think of any excuse that would make sense.  I ended up getting back dressed, and then after we checked out, heading to the train station to go back to Oceanview.

I haven't really seen Graeme that much since then, but I did see Crystal again.  I'll tell you all about that another time.

Emi Tsuruta
http://www.asstr.org/~emitsuruta/