"Yes, I haven't seen too much of it."

"Let's take a ride then and I'll show you some of the sights."

We wound on down the road, and soon began to climb into the foothills around the city, I was sitting in the middle of the front seat, but he had not made any attempts to get intimate. Suddenly we stopped on a promentory overlooking Tokyo harbor. He got out of the car, and came around to open my door. I got out and we walked to the point. From there we could see the lights twinkling, below. Neither of us said a word, but it became a little more chill, and I gave an involuntary shiver and pulled my sweater tighter. Bill reached across and put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close to him. I could feel his closeness, and the breath against my ear. He kissed my ear lightly and whispered, “Brenda.”

I turned to face him, and was incredibly close to his handsome face, I closed my eyes, and suddenly I could feel his lips on mine and his hands holding me tighter. The kiss lasted forever. Slowly I put my hand on the back of his neck and held him tightly. I opened my lips' slightly and our tongues touched for an instant.

"Brenda, when can I see you again?"

"Whenever you want to, Bill.”

"I have to work tomorrow night, but how about Friday?"

"Fine, what time?"

"About seven-thirty, for dinner and a movie.”

"Sounds wonderful . . ."

"Not as wonderful as you," he said kissing me quickly again.

"One thing, Bill, would you still like me if I didn't have long hair?"

"Why, are you planning on having yours cut off?”

"No, this isn't all mine, but I'll wear the fall, if you want me to."

"I'll be happy with you no matter what you look like, just so your hair is soft and I can bury my face in it, and kiss you."

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