Lodo Grdzak's Japanese Story--Part 5* (*Scroll down for Part 4):

Looks like Kimiko (but should be skinnier): "Work on Aiko."


Japanese Koto:

"...the fashion seminar the girls were attending was invite only."


"..Nyoko always gets what she wants."

Man, I hit all the notes that night. I assumed the brevity of the girls’ visit meant my only chance was to knock ‘em off their feet or get ‘em boozed-up.

Turns out I’d done both.

But an insurance run never hurts, and in fact I really hadn’t known the status of my situation at the time. Only after the show, when I’d ordered a round of drinks and Nyoko left with Aiko for the bathroom could I penetrate their world.

Those girls were in the bathroom a long time, doing who knows what to each other as Kimiko gave me some solid intelligence on their intimacy.

For example, I found out that the fashion seminar the girls were attending was invite only. That Nyko and Aiko were not only the best students in the class, but they were by far the best students--with Nyoko perhaps being some kind of genius in fashion design (if that’s even a thing). Aiko was quirky and more feminine in her designs; but she had no business mind whatsoever. She was dreamy and things came easily for her, so she didn’t have to be so driven. “Everybody loves Aiko,” Kimiko said with a genuine smile.

Whereas Nyoko...

“...she’s a very interesting girl,” Kimiko told me. “She always gets what she wants. Even if she has to lie.”

“She lies?” I asked with a curiosity. “Has she lied tonight?”

Kimiko laughed hard.

“Not to you!”

“”What’s that mean?” I asked as our drinks arrived.

“...She knew you weren’t in the band. I see that now.”

“Really?” I asked incredulously. “Then why’d she say it? I wouldn’t have cared.”

“Because she wanted me to come. So you could talk. I don’t know, maybe she was confused;...but (laughs again) I doubt it.”

Kimiko and I had plenty of time to talk. As it turned out, she herself was a musician. Not a Dave Holland of course; but back when she was in what would have been American middle-school she’d participated in concert recitals playing a koto, which I now know is like a harp that you play on its back. So when Nyoko told her that they’d met a famous New York musician it seemed worth it to Kimiko to call a babysitter.

“Well,...I’m sorry I don’t play for Dave Holland,” I said as I pushed Kimiko’s drink in her direction.

“That’s alright, I liked this a lot. ...That Nyoko’s funny the way she gets what she wants.”

“..You think she might want me?” I asked.

Kimiko laughed. “I think she wants whatever Aiko wants. I’d work on her Mr. Investigator.”


* NOTE: In the spirit of keeping the posts moving, I'm gonna split this into another part. Should have next one done by end of weekend.

**NOTE: I hope you know that none of these pics is my own and that all are most likely copyrighted by whoever took them and owns them.
Images are used simply to enhance the story and were swiped off Google.

*** FINAL NOTE: Sincere apologies to anyone who read this entry when it was first posted and got directed to a hard-core porn site. Uh,...my bad! Definitely not my intention. Sorry y'all.

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