Nobody ever said what happened, but she died; on their wedding night. Michael always wondered if he had fucked her to death. He guessed it's as good a way to go, as any.

Later he married the twenty-six year old widow of the town clerk. She bore him three sons and two daughters. It was said that they were after a time, very much in love. He died at age eighty-six, leaving his wife, five children and eleven grandchildren. His wife who was seventy, died four days later, of no apparent illnesses.

Miyoko was again completely out. Michael surmised at the time, that if he wanted a girl lucid, he shouldn't fuck her quite so hard. He knew that she would be out for a while anyway; so he opened the honor fridge and took out a trail mix energy bar, which was desperately needed to avoid starvation, and a small bottle of ginger ale. It wasn't a great combination, but it did relive the ravenous hunger pangs that were plaguing him.

The television had an American channel and he turned it on. The only thing on was the "so called"; reality programs, and Michael just don't care for them. He guessed that it's an acquired taste like pussy, but he would take pussy anytime. Michael turned back to a Japanese version of old time sitcoms, where he had seen "I Love Lucy" and "The Love Boat". They were showing "Bonanza" in Japanese of course. It was ok, and although he didn't understand the language, except for a few words, the plots were usually similar and language didn't really make much of a difference. He didn't think it was supposed to be funny, but the Japanese voice over they used for "HOS" was on the "effeminate" side and made HOS appear to be a flaming Japanese homosexual. It was very funny and Michael laughed out loud.

The station must have been on a limited budget, as Michael Landon's character, "Little Joe" appeared to have the same voice over. It was hilarious when the two of them talked to each other like a couple of West Hollywood "queens" having a marital dispute. A person had to pay close attention to their lip movement, to see who was talking. He recalled going to "Samurai" movies with his Dad a few times. It was a lot like that; only gay.

After "Bonanza" came "The Brady Bunch". Now that's where they could have used the effeminate voice over; as one of the stars Robert Reed who played the father, Mike Brady was gay in real life. Looking over at the bed, Miyoko wasn't moving; however there was a very light kitten snore, coming from her direction. Michael didn't want to wake her, as he didn't believe it is a good idea to piss off the girl you have been fucking, so he switched channels and found a music station. They had four music channels to choose from. The first was heavy classical; Beethoven and his buddies. The second was Rock and Roll from the fifties. The third was music of the Broadway Shows and the fourth was something he would not even call music. Hip Hop, or Rap, was not in his opinion music. He believed it should be played on death row. Then most of the inmates waiting for execution would be happy when their time came. The Rock and Roll was in fact Rhythm and Blues, with a track of Elvis thrown in every so often. It wasn't his kind of music but it was better than the rest.

A couple of hours passed and Miyoko, began to stir. Michael was next to her on the bed when she finally awoke. She looked at him and asked the time.

"I don't even know what day it is and my watch is still on Los Angeles time, but it is still light outside."

"Are you hungry Michael?"

"Oh yah about that, I had an energy bar and a soda from the fridge. I'll be glad to pay for it. Just tell me how much."

"Don't worry; it's covered under my expense account. The company will take care of it. I'm getting up and we can have dinner if you want."

"Great. I'm still hungry. Do you know of any good restaurants around here?"

"I should Michael. I make this trip three times a month. By the way, I want you to know that you are the only passenger I have ever brought here."

"I believe you, and thanks that means a lot."

She sat up on the side of the bed and held her head in both hands moaning.

"Are you OK Miyoko?"

"Yes, but I feel like I've been kicked by a mule. Although I really enjoyed it, your penis should be registered as a lethal weapon. You are quite a good lover Michael. If we lived together, I think you would kill me in about a month."

"We don't have to do it anymore, if you don't want to."

"Are you crazy? I may never have sex like this again in my life. You know the kind that curls your toes. I won't give that up for a little danger and the slim possibility of death. No; I own you for two more nights, and I'm going to have all I can get."

"Let's go find something to eat." I said laughing. "I really need some calories."

"Do you like sushi?"

"I don't even like cooked fish. Raw is out of the question."

"They say that it's brain food Michael."

"When I took Psychology at UCLA, they gave us IQ tests as a scientific exercise. The Professor said that my IQ is well over a hundred thirty. Early man enlarged his brain with meat and sugar. I don't need brain food. I need something to keep my stamina charged up."

"Ok we can look for something else. What do you think you would like?"

"A double thick; chocolate malt."

They were both dressed and were ready to go out. She reminded him that they should, meet outside the hotel as the company frowns on flight attendants who have visitors in their rooms, when they pay the bill. She took the elevator down, and he caught the next one. When Michael got outside, Miyoko was waiting with a taxi. They got in and she told the driver their destination, in Japanese.

"There are a lot of good restaurants in Osaka Michael. There are more Indian restaurants here than anywhere else in Japan, and there is a very good one called "Banjara". It is rated five stars but it is very expensive and you have to eat with your fingers. We just left the Hilton where they have a buffet that is also five stars, but I wanted to get out somewhere. "Los Inkas" is a very good Mexican and South American restaurant, but as you said you wanted a chocolate malt; I told the driver to go to "The Hard Rock Café." I think they will have what you want there."

The driver went down the street like his was the only vehicle in Osaka. Michael was more nervous than he was during the flight to Japan. Thankfully they arrived at the restaurant in one collective piece. They had to wait fifteen minutes until they were seated. He looked at Miyoko and wondered why she picked him? She was unbelievably beautiful and very sexy. They ate without much conversation, as the music was louder than normal. Michael had his chocolate malt and a cheeseburger, while Miyoko had a Cob salad and Ice tea.

After dinner she thought it would be fun to go out to a nightclub. She found a Karaoke bar where the drinks were very good and the music wasn't quite as loud as the Hard Rock Café. Lucky for him, no one was required to sing, but if someone did the bartender would knock twenty-five percent off of the bill. They had a good time and left about ten o'clock. Upon arriving back at the hotel, they did the separate elevator trips again. When Michael arrived at the room, Miyoko was stripped naked and in the shower. She called to him to join her. As he got undressed and looked at her in the shower his cock started tingling and began to get hard.

She greeted him with a nice kiss pressing her wet titties, against his chest. After washing each other completely, she began playing with his cock. She then bent over, looking at him over her shoulder. She smiled and pointed to her pink little pussy, inviting him in. Easing his overworked penis into her tight vagina, Michael groaned as it gripped his cock. He fucked her in the shower and then twice more in bed. She sucked him off again while he licked her pussy. It was three in the morning when they finally stopped from exhaustion. The bed was saturated, which cooled their overheated bodies. As they were both worn out, they fell asleep in each other's arms satisfied.

They spent the following forty-eight hours wisely; having sex, eating and sleeping. However the time finally came when Miyoko had to report back. When Michael ask her about her schedule and when she would return to Japan, she said that it would be several months, as she had been assigned to a flight to Australia, then to Rome. After that she would be on flights from Rome to New York and back to Europe, for the rest of the year. She added that she was going to put in for a transfer to be based in Los Angeles, and she would call him when it came through. Michael just stood there as the 747 taxied out onto the tarmac. She was gone and he felt lost without her.

To Be Continued...

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