Their relationship had already been going on for a month, beginning with
the encounter at the apartment. Yuko Hanaoka had been the woman with
the ponytail.
It wasn’t that he’d fallen for her, Tomohiko told himself. He just
couldn’t forget how his first time had felt. When he masturbated, it was
her he’d see in his mind’s eye. The sheer intensity of the act had swept
away all his other fantasies. He’d lasted three days before he called her.
She was only too eager to suggest they meet.