Mrs H - Jean - is in her fifties. She could pass for someone younger, maybe in her forties, but her own assertion that she has " the figure of an eighteen - year - old" is a bit of a stretch. I am thirty-one when I meet her and she kidnaps me.
Being a Misses, I assume a "Mister" is there somewhere, even if he's not actually home when we get there. I imagine Mr Hashimoto as a Samurai, with his honed hair splitting sword, dressed in a patterned knee-length dressing gown with dragons all over it. His hair is stretched back in a tight bun, his forehead shaved. He has the unmistakable rage plastered to his face...
Mrs Hashimoto sits next to me on her spacious settee. She is leaning close - too close for comfort, as they say.
She whoops again with excitement.
"Now then - what shall we do to celebrate?" She looks at me archly and reads my petrified paralysis as a coy come-on. Before she can steal that kiss, I am up and over near the door. I don't remember how I get there and stand like Captain Kirk after he has just been transported to the worst planet in the Star Trek universe.
Mrs Hashimoto has a bemused expression on her porcelain face.
Am I prepared to run around the house and its balcony with this married lady in pursuit?
She chuckles, lets it go and brings in tea.
Being a Misses, I assume a "Mister" is there somewhere, even if he's not actually home when we get there. I imagine Mr Hashimoto as a Samurai, with his honed hair splitting sword, dressed in a patterned knee-length dressing gown with dragons all over it. His hair is stretched back in a tight bun, his forehead shaved. He has the unmistakable rage plastered to his face...
Mrs Hashimoto sits next to me on her spacious settee. She is leaning close - too close for comfort, as they say.
She whoops again with excitement.
"Now then - what shall we do to celebrate?" She looks at me archly and reads my petrified paralysis as a coy come-on. Before she can steal that kiss, I am up and over near the door. I don't remember how I get there and stand like Captain Kirk after he has just been transported to the worst planet in the Star Trek universe.
Mrs Hashimoto has a bemused expression on her porcelain face.
Am I prepared to run around the house and its balcony with this married lady in pursuit?
She chuckles, lets it go and brings in tea.
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