’ Beth leaned back in the desk chair, took a deep breath then picked up the telephone again and made her second call. Not surprised to hear a record...ing machine this time, Beth spoke slowly, ‘Good evening, Gerald. It’s Beth Magill Thornton. It’s almost eight o’clock at night. I need some legal advice.’ Within an hour, armed with information, telephone numbers, and available options explained by Gerald Brooks, Beth was still pacing the open space in the study, waiting for her father to return her. My hiding spot gave me a view of the whole thing.The Emperor was in his usual place, seated in a golden chair that looked very uncomfortable. He was surrounded by his elite samurai, who as usual looked fully alert. I had seen them in the market hours earlier so drunk they couldn't even walk, but they were very good at looking straight ahead. I could have cursed the Emperor's holy name at the top of my voice, and they wouldn't have noticed. Standing along the side of the pave stones were the. ************ I had heard a few stories about him from the team veterans, and many of the tales were wildly improbable. First and most importantly, he was a rabid baseball fan since boyhood. He attended every home game in person (in his special box invariably filled with the cream of Japanese society as guests), and often awoke early in the morning to also watch American MLB games on the satellite. Secondly, Sato was a self made man who had little reverence for tradition or normal authority. "Are you hungry?"I licked my lips and stepped closer, cupping her lush breast and bringing my mouth it its pink nipple as I popped it from its lacy nest. Two licks and nibble, and it swelled and hardened very nicely."Please," she said, holding my head to her chest. "I need some time to rest, to recover. He was most insistent. I'll ring for some food. We were hard at it for more quite a while." She tucked her upright breast from sight.An hour so so later, well fed and impatient to discover the.