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She　shivered　and　moaned　as　he　licked　under　her　arms；　moving　slowly　to　her　full　breasts；　the　nipples　already　hard　and　puckered。
　Her　long　fingers　unfastening　the　snap　of　his　jeans；　her　nails　clicking　together　as　his　open　lips　covered　the　upper　slopes　of　her　breasts；　spiraling　inwards。　'Please；'　she　whispered。　'Please。'　And　brought　him　out　of　the　jeans；　already　half…erect；　stroking　him　softly　to　full　hardness　as　he　sucked　her　nipples。
　He　felt　the　fear　give　a　last　flutter；　like　a　tired　sigh；　before　it　evaporated　utterly。　They　sank　lower　and　lower；　twisting　and　trembling　with　anticipation　as　the　remainder　of　their　clothes　came　off。　Her　hands　moved　to　push　down　the　pair　of　thin　silk　panties　but　he　stopped　her；　picking　her　up　from　the　carpet；　one　hand　under　her　buttocks；　the　other　at　the　small　of　her　back；　lifted　her　half　onto　the　sofa；　moving　between　her　spread　thighs；　bending；　his　opened　lips　finding　their　soft　inner　sides；　moving　slowly　upwards；　towards　the　high　silk…covered　mount。　Her　fingers　were　white　as　they　gripped　the　front　edge　of　the　sofa's　pillow；　his　tongue　touched　the　moist　silk　and　she　moaned　again；　her　back　arching；
　He　began　to　lick　at　her　through　the　thin　barrier　of　the　silk　and　her　hands　flew　to　his　head；　stroking　his　ears；　her　wide　opened　mouth　making　small　involuntary　cries　as　the　tension　built　inside　her　rapidly。　Then　he　moved　aside　the　sopping　silk　and　buried　his　face　against　her。　Her　nails　grazed　his　back　as　her　long　legs　jerked　convulsively　upwards。　Her　ankles　locked　against　his　spine。　He　moved　slightly　upwards　to　her　core；　sucked　it　into　his　mouth。　Her　loins　rolled　upwards　in　powerful　thrusts　as　she　cried　out；　his　tongue　and　lips　constantly　moving　until　he　felt　her　shuddering　against　him；　heard　her　scream；　the　tenseness　dissolving　out　of　her；　and　wetly；　heatedly；　she　drew　him　up　towards　her；　her　fingers　seeking　him；　her　lips　wildly　on　his；　wanting　him　in　her　now；　at　this　precise　moment；　more　than　she　wanted　anything　else；　to　continue　the　exquisite　heat　she　felt；　to　give　him　pleasure　as　he　had　given　her。
　Her　sex　felt　like　a　furnace　as　she　guided　him　into　her。　She　rammed　her　belly　against　him　as　he　buried　himself　to　the　hilt；　they　both　groaned　with　the　sensation。　She　surrounded　him　with　her　arms；　languorously　twitching　her　upper　torso　so　that　her　lush　breasts　rubbed　back　and　forth　across　his　chest。　She　moaned　with　the　intense　stimulation　to　her　hard　nipples。　She　licked　at　his　neck　as　he　used　his　hands　on　her；；　all　over；　increasing　her　pleasure；　riding　high　within　her；　and　at　the　end；　when　she　found　the　tension　almost　unbearable；　when　the　sweat　and　the　saliva　ran　down　her　arms　and　between　her　breasts；　pooling　in　her　navel；　when　his　frictioning　against　her　was　so　intense　that　it　took　on　a　kind　of　third　dimension；　she　used　her　inner　muscles　once；　twice；　heard　him　gasp；　felt　herself　balancing　on　the　brink；　the　thudding　of　their　hearts　heavy　in　her　inner　ear；　whispering　to　him；　'e；　darling；　e　…　ohhh！'　gasped　out　as　she　felt　his　probing　finger；　slick　with　their　mingled　juices；　at　the　opening　of　her　anus　and　lost　all　control；　filled　with　fire　all　the　way　up　to　her　throat。
　Dr　Vincent　Ito　stirred　the　hot　chrysanthemum　tea　steaming　in　the　handleless　ceramic　cup。　Disturbed；　several　dark　bits　of　crushed　leaf　swirled　upwards　from　the　bottom；　circling　the　surface。　They　reminded　him　of　floaters。　They　were　ing；　he　knew；　had　been　for　a　month　or　so。　Those　bodies；　once　people　who　had　leapt　or；　unconscious；　had；　perhaps；　been　pushed　into　the　East　River　or　the　Hudson　during　the　long　whiter　months。　Consigned　to　the'deep；　they　had　been　preserved　by　the　chill　at　the　bottom；　undisturbed　by　the　sluggish　currents　until　the　beginning　of　the　summer　when　the　water　heated　up。　At　thirty　to　thirty…five　degrees　Fahrenheit；　bacteria　would　begin　to　breed；　causing　putrefaction　and　gases　that　would；　eventually；　bring　the　body　to　the　surface；　and　the　floater；　months　after　it　had　gone　in；　would　be　brought　to　him　at　the　Medical　Examiner's　building…
　That　certainly　did　not　bother　him。　Since　he　was　an　associate　medical　examiner；　it　was　merely　part　of　Vincent's　life。　An　important　part；　he　had　admitted　to　himself　long　ago。　The　morgue；　in　the　building's　basement；　with　its　steel…jacketed　doors　stacked　one　atop　the　other　marked　by　their　neat；　typewritten　cards；　the　scrubbed　grey　tile　floor；　the　great　scales　upon　which　the　corpses　were　weighed；　was　where　he　lived　most　of　his　days。　There　was　nothing　ghoulish　about　it；　passing　the　brown　and　white　bodies　laid　out　on　the　shining　trolleys；　bloodless；　the　great　T…shaped　incisions　across　the　chest　from　shoulder　to　shoulder　and　down　across　the　abdomen；　the　epidermis　thick　like　leather；　the　faces　as　peaceful　as　if　they　slept　the　sleep　of　the　innocent。　It　had　no　effect　on　him。　The　interest　and；　yes；　the　excitement　of　forensic　medicine　was；　for　him；　the　intricate　puzzle　of　death。　Not　so　much　what　it　was　but　rather　what　had　caused　it。　He　was　a　detective　whose　work　among　the　dead　had；　many　times；　aided　the　living。
　Vincent　stared　out　of　the　window　as　he　slowly　sipped　his　tea。　Darkness　still　spread　itself　before　the　ing　dawn：　4：25。　He　was　always　up　this　early。
　He　stared　out　at　the　city；　the　lighted　empty　streets　of　Manhattan。　Far　away　he　heard　the　grinding　of　a　garbage　truck　making　its　latitudinous　way　along　Tenth　Street。　Then　closer　by；　a　police　car　siren　cut　abruptly　in；　shattering　the　quietude。　But　it　too；　after　a　time；　was　gone；　evaporating　into　the　darkness。　Nothing　remained　in　the　night　but　his　thoughts；　twisting　upon　themselves。
　He　felt　trapped。　My　karma　must　have　been　very　bad　in　my　last　life；　he　told　himself。　Japan　seemed　as　inaccessible　as　if　it　were　in　another　time。　It　no　longer　seemed　possible　for　him　ever　to　find　it　again；　at　least　the　Japan　he　had　left　twelve　years　ago。　For　him　'there　was　no　more　Japan；　it　was　but　a　withered　flower　…　calling　him　still　like　a　siren　of　the　sea。
　Nicholas　awoke　just　before　dawn。　For　just　a　moment；　he　was　quite　convinced　that　he　was　in　his　old　house　on　the　outskirts　of　Tokyo；　the　Zen　garden；　the　oblique　shadows　on　the　wall　by　his　head　made　by　the　stand　of　tall　rustling　bamboo。　He　heard　a　cuckoo's　brief　call；　the　rush　of　the　morning's　traffic　into　the　city；　muffled；　funneled　and　yet　magnified　by　the　distance　and　the　peculiar　acoustics　of　the　topography。
　He　turned　his　head；　still　half　asleep；　saw　a　…female　form　asleep　beside　him。　Yukio。　She　had　e　back　after　all；　he　thought。　He　had　known　she　would。　But　now　to　actually　have　her　here　beside　him　…
　He　sat　up　abruptly；　his　heart　racing。　A　runic　chanting；　as　if　from　far　away　across　the　distance　of　a　sea；　abruptly　metamorphosed　into　the　drifting　crash　of　the　surf；　ing　clear　to　him　through　the　open　window；　the　cry　of　the　gulls。　Still　he　knew　the　meaning　of　that　arcane　chanting。。。
　He　took　several　deep　breaths。　Japan　clung　to　him　now　like　a　fine　gauzy　veil；　enmeshing　him。　What　had　recalled　it　to　him　so　intensely？
　He　looked　around；　saw　the　tip　of　Justine's　nose　and　her　soft　sensual　lips；　partly　opened　as　she　breathed；　the　only　parts　of　her　not　covered　by　the　sheet；　blue　and　white　and　grey；　rippling　like　the　sea。　She　slept　deeply　now　within　its　heavy　bosom。
　What　is　it　about　her；　he　wondered；　that　pulls　me　like　a　current？　Oddly；　he　felt　adrift　upon　the　tides。　Watching　her；　the　soft　rise　and　fall　of　her　warm　body；　he　knew　that　he　was　being　drawn　back　to　Japan；　into　the　past　where　he　dared　not　tread。。。
　An　unutterably　delicious　sensation　woke　him。　He　opened　his　eyes　to　find　her　thighs　close　to　his　face。　He　inhaled　her　musk；　realized　her　lips　were　around　him。　Her　tongue　licked　softly；　lasciviously；　and　he　groaned。　He　reached　out　to　touch　her　but　her　thighs　moved　away。　He　watched；　instead；　the　movement　of　her　mound；　tracing　with　his　eyes　the　highly　arched　configuration；　deeply　bisected　at　its　base；　the　soft　curling　hair　glistening　moistly　down　the　centre；　her　flesh　as　tumescent　as　his；　an　arrow　of　delight。
　The　pleasure　ribboned　out　before　him；　a　highway　endlessly　extended。　Each　time　he　was　on　the　verge　of　ing；　she　used　her　hands　on　him；　lifted　her　mouth　away；　encircling　the　base　until　the　anticipatory　spasms　subsided。　Then　she　would　resume　and　the　crescendo　would　begin　again；　over　and　over　until　his　legs　shook　and　his　heart　pounded　and　he　felt　as　if　he　were　burning　with　a　fever；　pleasure　pooling　and　radiating　at　the　same　time；　leaden　with　the　amount　of　it　running　through　his　pelvis　and　genitals。
　He　became　aware　of　her　breasts　swaying　against　his　belly　and　he　reached　down；　cupping　them；　rubbing　the　nipples　until；　involuntarily；　her　thighs　opened；　rushing　towards　him。
　Every　touch　was　now　so　exquisite　that　he　felt　muscles　jumping　all　over　his　body　at　each　contact。　She　did　something　to　the　head　of　his　penis　and　he　cried　out；　moving。　He　clutched　at　her　breasts　and　she　slid　up　so　that　his　shaft　squeezed　between　them。　He　buried　his　face　in　the　crevasse　between　her　thighs；　opening　his　mouth　as　far　as　he　could　as　he　shot　and　shot　and　shot。
　Vincent　Ito　arrived　at　the　Medical　Examiner's　office　on　First　Avenue　at　Thirtieth　Street　at　four　minutes　to　eight　in　the　morning。　As　he　pushed　through　the　plate…glass　door　at　the　top　of　the　short　flight　of　stairs；　he　nodded　to　the　uniformed　cop　on　duty　and　said　hello　to　snowy…haired　Tommy；　Nate　Graumann's　chauffeur。　As　he　entered　Room　134；　he　knew　he　had　just　enough　time　to　grab　a　cup　of　coffee　before　the　morning　meeting　began。
　He　turned　right　through　the　short　hall　and　into　the　Chief　Medical　Examiner's　large；　crowded　office。
　Nate　Graumann；　New　York　City's　Chief　Medical　Examiner；　was　a　mountain　of　a　man。　His　eyes　were　slitted；　black　and　glossy；　half　hidden　within　semicircular　folds　of　loose　skin；　somewhat　paler　than　the　colour　of　that　around　them。　His　broad　nose　had　been　broken　once；　perhaps　in　some　nighttime　street　fight　in　the　South　Bronx；　where　he　had　been　born　and　raised。
　His　hair　was　salt　and　pepper　but　his　moustache　was　jet　black。　He　looked；　in　short；　like　a　most　formidable　opponent　…　which　he　was；　as　the　mayor　and　several　members　of　the　city's　fiscal　control　board　could　easily　attest。
　'Morning；　Vincent；'　he　called。
　'Morning；　Nate。'　He　hurried　across　the　room　to　the　high　metal　dome　of　the　coffee　machine　standing　like　a　doge's　palace　amid　the　clutter。　Hold　the　sug