I pulled back the covers, grinning. I got a model. She looks so good, but do I know her from work? Old school friend? My sister’s friend? “You really want to do that twice?” she asked, undressing. What does she mean? I pondered. Of course! If possible I would date her. “Well then, I guess I’ll do it. I already started down that path; might as well finish,” she said, deciding aloud. “What do you mean, ‘down that path’?” I demanded. I don’t like being led; it isn’t fit for a man to accept being led. “Don’t you know who I am?” she finally asked.

“No, I don’t.” I’m starting to become aggravated. She is sitting right next to me, yet it feels like she as distant as the sun. “I know you are a beautiful woman, whom cooked me breakfast, which I would like to enjoy soon.” She sighed and kissed my lips. “I was, until last night, your cousiin’s fiancé. If you don’t remember, my name is Asami.”