"So I sat here, reading and squirming on my chair, trying to remember every single thing she did so I could go home and try it myself." And..." Oh, it... works. Then I started inventing new things, you know." Actually, I don't know..."Rebecca looked into his eyes, amused. "Ten fingers can do a whole lot of different things. Then there's bedding, kitchen implements, costume jewelry, appliances, garden tools... you get the idea. Didn't you ever try stuff?"Jason shrugged, "I have three main grips,. When Frasier and I talked about thisarticle, we hope that that was one of the things we could helpalleviate. I hope you understand how I feel. Or at least I hope youwill by the time you're done with your article.." Then she smiled andtaking my hand in hers led me through the door opposite the one we'dcome through before.Chapter 3The room Edna led me into reminded me of a Taylors or a seamstress'swork shop. A long table stretched across the far wall in front of thewindows and was covered. Having just stepped out of a beautiful shower, my long tousled blonde hairs only just beginning to dry, and completely naked, I was caught by surprise in my bedroom by a petite Japanese girl. A few inches shorter than I, she wore a beautiful set of sheer white lingerie; bustier, garters, stockings and a thong. It blended almost seamlessly with her ivory skin and her long, straight, jet black hair stood in gorgeous contrast. The girl couldn’t be even nineteen; her firm breasts stood perfectly. She wasn't just glancing at me in passing, she was looking at me, really looking. Then the moment passed, and she moved on to finish collecting the food she needed to fill an order. I convinced myself that I had imagined it. I'd certainly daydreamed about that and more countless times. Pretty soon I realized I hadn't imagined it after all. I found myself staring at her, like always. Undressing her with my eyes, imagining the curves of her body, the shape of her perfect breasts, and she looked.