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CHAPTER 1 — Two Gaijin at the Door
Osaka, Japan
The American father and his son stood outside the door of the apartment their real estate agent had recommended, grateful to feel the heat blasting from the heater into the hallway of this tony high rise. Neither expected Osaka to be so cold in January. Both were well dressed, the father in a Brooks Brothers suit, and the son in khakis and a short-sleeved dress shirt.
“Lookin’ sharp there, Kevin,” the father said. “We want to make a good impression, right?”
The 10 year old boy eagerly nodded his head. “Dad, when can we go back home?” he asked in a slight Southern drawl.
“Not until the summer,” the man said. “Think of this as an adventure. Maybe you’ll learn some Japanese while we’re here.”
The boy nodded again and then turned his gaze towards the door. “I miss Mom.”
The father lovingly patted his son’s head. “I do, too, son. But she would want us to get on with life. You’ve been a real man this past year.”
Kevin wiped away a tear as he heard the door being unlocked.
“Here we go,” the father said as he straightened his tie.
When the door opened, a young Japanese girl stared at the Americans in amazement. “Mom,” she hollered in Japanese, “there are twogaijin standing outside!” She then quickly shut the door.
The father looked down at Kevin and smiled. “She’s cute.” Kevin nodded his head vigorously in agreement before the door opened again.
“Yes?” asked a gorgeous thirty-something Japanese woman with round eyes and black hair that was short in the front but long down to the neck in back. She then added in perfect English with only the slightest accent, “Can I help you?”
“Ms. Nakagawa?” the man said with his heart aflutter as he looked upon the sheer beauty of this woman. “I’m Steven Lee. We have an appointment today to see the rooms you are renting.” The man handed her his agent’s references for her apartment.
“You’re Steven Lee?” the woman asked in disbelief as she examined the papers. She then looked up and gave him a radiant smile. Steven knew at that moment that he was in love.
“Forgive me,” she said as she welcomed the two Americans into her home. “With a name like Lee, I expected you to be Chinese or Korean.”
“Believe me,” he said with a chuckle as he and Kevin removed their shoes, “it’s a common mistake where kütahya escort I’m from. There are a lot of Korean families in my neighborhood.”
“And where is that?” the woman said as she closed the door and walked her guests down a short hallway to the living room. Cigarette smoke hung thickly in the air.
“Georgia,” he said, “in the American South.”
“Koreans…in Georgia,” the woman replied in wonderment. “This is my daughter, Sara,” she said when they reached the living room. Sara gave a short bow as she was staring intently at Kevin. She had never seen a foreigner up close before; and certainly not one as handsome as this boy.
“This is Kevin,” Steven said as he patted his son’s shoulders.
Kevin also gave a short bow as his father had instructed him to do before they arrived.
“Such a proper young man,” the woman said with an affectionate smile as she crouched down so that their faces were at the same level. Kevin was enchanted by the floral fragrance of her perfume mixed with a smoky aroma. “Pleased to meet you, Kevin. I’m Akemi.” She offered the boy her hand, and when he took it, his body tingled at the softness of her touch. “And how old are you?” she asked kindly.
“Ten,” he answered nervously.
“Oh, my,” she said softly touching his face, “you’re practically a man!” Then she moved her face close to his, and Kevin was in absolute heaven as he felt his heart flutter. “You know, my daughter is almost ten. Just shy a few months.” Then she said in a whisper, “I hope you two can be good friends.” Akemi stood up. “Sara-chan, why don’t you show Kevin your manga collection. Mr. Lee and I need to get acquainted.”
“Please,” he said as he walked towards a seat she pointed to, “call me Steven.”
“Only if you call me Akemi,” she responded as they both sat on separate couches facing one another. Kevin, meanwhile, followed Sara into her bedroom.
Steven immediately noticed a large crystal ashtray on the coffee table between them which had several crushed cigarettes in it. Next to it was a pack of VS menthol cigarettes. “I see you’re a fan of Virginia Slims,” he said as he watched her pull out a thin white cigarette and light it freehanded. She took a cheek-hollowed puff, snapped back the smoke, and cocked her head upwards for a slow, gloriously sensuous exhale.
“Virginia malatya escort and I became acquainted during my university years in Las Vegas,” she replied. “I actually prefer her taller sister, but 120’s are difficult to get in Japan.”
Steven was trying very hard not to reveal the boner in his pants.Why, oh why do I find the sight of a beautiful woman smoking so sexy? He cleared his throat. “What did you major in?” He watched Akemi hold her cigarette vertically just to the side of her cheek with a look that seemed to say, “Do you want to fuck me now or fuck me later?”Was she trying to seduce me, he wondered?
“Art,” she replied, keeping the cigarette stationary, “with a minor in English.”
“I didn’t know that UNLV had an internationally recognized art program,” he said as he shifted his legs.Must keep the boner down, he thought to himself.
“It doesn’t,” she replied. “I just wanted a school in an exciting city where cigarettes are cheap.”
Steven looked at her quizzically, wondering if she was joking.
“I like to smoke,” she said with a wicked smile. She then brought the all-white to the side of her mouth for a leisurely puff. She slowly French inhaled the contents from her mouth up through her nostrils.
Steven, who had been holding back his own urges, could hold back no longer. “Well then, we have something in common.” He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pack of Benson he and Sara had become close companions as she helped him to adapt to Japanese society. When she and her mother saw them off at the airport for their journey home, Sara had tears in her eyes.
“Will you forget about me?” she asked Kevin.
“How can I forget about you,” he replied. “You’re my best girl!”
Sara then kissed him on the cheek. He played that moment repeatedly in his mind since their last encounter. And now, with his heart beating like a bass drum as he waited in anticipation for her arrival, he stood at the gate eager to see her once again.
Of course, he knew that her mother would be with her. Kevin noticed how close his father had become to Akemi during their stay in Osaka. They kissed, held hands, and even slept in the same bedroom. These were signs that were difficult for a ten year old to process, but he assumed that they were more than just friends; batman escort much more.
“Dad?” Kevin asked his father who was eagerly craning his neck to look at the faces in the crowd.
“Yeah, son,” Steven said.
“How long will Sara and her mom be staying?”
Steven looked down at the inquiring expression on his son’s face. It was time to have the talk. He led him over to some seats along the wall and they both sat down.
“Kevin, I would like Akemi and Sara to stay with us forever.”
The boy was sharp enough to understand what that meant. His father was going to marry Akemi.
“Does that mean Ms. Nakagawa — I mean, Akemi — will be my new Mom?”
“Well, that depends,” Steven said sitting back with an exaggerated puzzled look on his face.
“On what?” the boy answered.
“On whether I have your permission.”
Kevin thought for a minute. He liked Ms. Nakagwa very much. She was so kind and pretty. She smelled nice, too. She smoked a lot, but so did his biological mother before she died, so he didn’t mind. Besides, for reasons he didn’t understand, he actually liked watching her smoke. It gave him a funny feeling in his stomach and between his legs. Most important, Sara and he would be together again.
“Okay,” Kevin said. “I think it’s a good idea that you marry her.”
“Me, too,” Steven said with a smile as he put his hand around his son’s shoulders.
And then out of the sea of Asian faces pouring through the Custom’s gate, Kevin saw Sara’s. “There they are!” he said repeatedly hitting his father’s arm.
Upon seeing Steven, Akemi squealed as she threw down her bags and hugged her beau in a warm embrace. “I’ve missed you so much,” she said stroking his face and kissing him repeatedly. “I’m also dying for a cigarette after that flight.”
“Soon,” Steven said with a wink as he revealed from his pocket a pack of VS120’s which he then quickly slid into her purse.
“Oh, how I love you,” Akemi said slowly as she placed both the palms of her hands on each side of his face and passionately kissed him. She had not smoked a 120 since her college days at UNLV. Being able to do so now was one of the tremendous benefits for her in moving to the States.
“Kev!” Akemi squealed, using the nickname she had given him back in Osaka. “Have you grown over the last two months?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around the boy.
Kevin had missed that floral smell of Akemi’s perfume, and his body still tingled from her touch. “My Dad,” he began, “said that you are going to become my new mom.”
Akemi’s radiant smile vanished as her visage became serious. She glanced up at Steven, who gave her an expression which clearly said, “We had the talk.”
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