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[lcdrjmc] Subject: NEW:Into the Maelstrom Part 1/? (F+/F, Reluc, Some BDSM,
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Traditional Disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction (if it 
wasn't, then someone would be in serious trouble 
somewhere).  It is intended for Adults Only, so if you're 
not--then go away.  It is not intended for sale, but if you'd 
like to pass it around, feel free.  


Into the Maelstrom:  Part I

  Carolyn Lord knew it was going to a bad day the 
moment Mr. Brandon, the senior law partner, walked into 
her corner cubical at Nine that Friday morning.  He was 
one of the original founders of the law firm where she 
worked for the last five years as a paralegal secretary.  
In his seventies, he spent most of his time wandering 
around the various offices, talking of old times.  He 
had been quite good in a courtroom in his day, but his 
court-room days were long past.  Now he was parked in the 
chair in front of Carolyn’s desk, a very bad sign indeed, 
because that meant her morning was just about shot.
   It was obvious that the old man had taken a liking 
towards her and was always looking for an excuse to be 
around her.  Not that he tried to get “fresh” or 
anything, she had problems enough with the younger 
members about things like that.  No, Carolyn was sure 
that Mr. Brandon was far too much a gentleman of the old 
school to try anything like that, or even think of it 
for that matter.  He just liked to talk to her for extended 
periods of time and that always played havoc with her 
well-planned work schedule.
   She liked the old gentleman and wouldn’t think of 
hurting his feelings by asking him to leave, even if he 
wasn’t the senior partner.  So, as Mr. Brandon droned 
on, Carolyn put an attentive look on her face and tried to 
sneak in as much work as possible.  She thought about 
her main concern for the day, getting ready for a major 
client conference this Saturday (it figures).  Then 
there was her upcoming evening with Tiffany.  She couldn’t 
decide which was going to be worse:  being at work on 
yet another  weekend or going to a party with Tiffany.
   Carolyn Lord first met the 18-year old Tiffany 
Goodbody when she appeared as if by magic in front of 
her desk six weeks ago.  Tiffany was part of a freshman job 
orientation program the firm had arranged with a local 
college, and Carolyn had been designated as her sponsor.
   Carolyn disliked her at first sight.  She was 
everything Carolyn was not.  A classic American beauty, 
outgoing and friendly as anything, undisciplined, and 
stupid as a rock.  If she wasn’t a cheerleader, she 
should have been with her full head of long, golden 
hair, innocent big blue eyes and pert, athletic figure.  To 
cap it off, her family was extremely wealthy.  She was 
driving a car (18th birthday present) that would have 
taken Carolyn years to save up for, if ever.
  Carolyn Lord was a 30-year old olive-skinned Greek 
beauty who was from a poor family, with parents who were 
much older than others of her age group.  She had strait 
blue-black hair, which she carefully maintained at just-
above shoulder length.  She had worked herself through 
legal secretary school, was extremely intelligent, and 
always maintained an impeccable appearance.  She also 
maintained a very cool if not icy reserve that was very 
hard for anyone, man or woman, to break through, 
although many tried.  As a paralegal, she was considered by those 
in the firm to be the best they had ever seen, and quite 
indispensable.
  Tiffany, after a few weeks at the firm, Tiffany began 
to hang around with another of the paralegals who worked 
there, a young, full-figured Latin girl named Maria.  
   Carolyn had a problem with Maria.  She had been with 
the firm for only a year, and Carolyn was also her 
sponsor.  From the beginning Maria had gone out of her 
way to cultivate a friendship with the reserved Carolyn, 
which, after several months, Carolyn had finally 
responded to and they spent time together at the 
occasional weekend lunch and movie.  When Maria told her 
that she an unusual group of friends who met every 
Friday for an evening of “girl-games”, and that Carolyn had a 
standing invitation to join them when ever she wanted, 
Carolyn thanked her and, outside of work, tried to avoid 
the young woman as much as possible from then on.  She 
wasn’t really sure what games Maria was talking about, 
but Carolyn wanted no part of them, whatever they were.  
  But now there was Tiffany.  She of course couldn’t 
wait to join Maria’s group of party animals, and was going in 
fact to a group “initiation” this Friday.  It was a 
party at an apartment belonging to a Japanese exchange 
student named Tamiko Suzuki.   But for Carolyn, the 
maddening thing about it was-- Tiffany didn’t want to go 
alone.  She wanted Carolyn to go with her!  She told 
Carolyn that she was really a shy person, and had 
trouble meeting new people.  She needed Carolyn along for 
support.
   Not normally a vindictive woman, Carolyn took pity on 
the insecure teenager and, against her better judgment, 
agreed to attend at least an early part of the party 
with her. 
   She looked at Mr. Brandon still talking away in front 
of her, and she sighed.  
   It was going to be a very long day.

  It was 6:30 that Friday evening when a reluctant 
Carolyn finally arrived with a very nervous Tiffany at 
the modest-looking apartment complex where they were to 
spend the evening.  Inside the lobby, Carolyn was 
surprised to see that it really was a very plush affair, 
complete with health spas, pool, recreation rooms and 
security.  Not bad for an exchange student, she thought.
   As they were getting permission from the front desk 
for entry, Carolyn noticed that all of the people she 
saw there passing through the lobby were at most in their 
30s and rather expensively dressed.  She was also surprised 
to notice that, despite the heavy lobby traffic going 
past the front desk, there weren’t any men.  It was only 
women.  She saw that even the staff, including security, 
were all women as well.  How strange.
   They quickly gained permission for entry and 
proceeded up the evaluator to the 10th floor.  After walking down 
the thickly carpeted hallway, they finally came to the 
door of the apartment.  Carolyn, naturally, had to do 
the knocking.
   The door was opened by a short but very attractive 
young Japanese girl.  Carolyn was surprised to find the 
girl was wearing a very short silk robe and not much 
else.  We must be early, she thought.  She’s not even 
dressed yet.  
   “Con Nichi Wa,”  the girl said, bowing slightly at 
the waist.  “Good evening and welcome.  I am Tamiko.  
You must be Tiffany and her good friend Carolyn.  We’ve 
been waiting for you.  Please come in.” 
   “Thank you,”  Carolyn finally said, to cover for 
Tiffany’s nervous silence.
   They entered the large apartment to find the party in 
full swing.  It was evidently a theme party of some 
kind, because everyone seemed to be wearing just very colorful 
(and brief!) bathing suits.  Everyone that is, except 
Carolyn and Tiffany.  Carolyn had gone to Tiffany’s dorm 
directly from her job at the law firm, so she was still 
in one of her office suits.  Tiffany was in her usual 
tight jeans and pullover.   
   Carolyn felt ridiculously overdressed.  Tiffany had 
not said a thing about the proper attire.  If she had 
known it was going to be like this, she probable 
wouldn’t have come at all.  Well, she’ll just leave even earlier 
than she had planned.  She gave it an hour, and that’s 
all.  She wondered if the scatter-brained Tiffany had 
known about the bathing suits.
   They were soon surrounded by nine semi-dressed young 
women, all greatly excited about their arrival. After 
looking at all the bare golden flesh in front of her, 
Carolyn noticed with grim amusement that, at 30, she was 
definitely the oldest woman in the room.  And, after 
watching how everyone was dressed (or rather not 
dressed) it was clear that she was the only responsible adult as 
well (although even the oldest girl there didn’t look 
much over 20)!  It was just one more thing to thank 
Tiffany for on Monday.  
   After introductions had been exchanged, Carolyn found 
out to her dismay that it was in fact a “pool party” 
(even though the pool was located in the basement of the 
building and the apartment was on the tenth floor), 
although the pool had been reserved for their exclusive 
use later on that evening, from 11 p.m. to 1 a.m..  Pool 
or no pool, girls were all quite insistent that bathing 
suites were obligatory for tonight.
   “You mean you really didn’t bring anything to wear 
for tonight?” asked Amber.
   “I’m sorry,” Carolyn apologized.  “I didn’t know it 
was going to be like this.  Besides, I may not stay all 
that long anyway, so please don’t worry about me.”
   “But we told Tiffany all about it!”
   “It figures,” Carolyn groaned to herself.
   “Well, I just forgot, that’s all,”  Tiffany 
exclaimed, to Carolyn’s murderous glare.
   Tamiko pushed her way through the crowd to where 
Carolyn and Tiffany were standing, holding some small 
bits of brightly colored cloth and string.
 “Since you two didn’t wear a bathing suit, here are a 
couple of  mine you can use.”
    “I don’t think so,” Carolyn haughtily replied, 
looking down with ill-concealed horror at the terribly 
revealing two-piece suits Tamiko held up for them to 
wear.  Even if they had been Carolyn’s size, which was 
impossible considering how petite Tamiko was, they were 
still far too small for her.  She always hated the idea 
of exposing her body to anyone, even in her own modest 
single piece suit.  With Tamiko’s, she would be 
practically naked in front of these strangers.  Not a 
chance!
   “Tiffany’s the one you want.  I’m just a visitor 
here,”  Carolyn said brusquely.  She wanted no 
misunderstanding about her desire to be included as 
little as possible in tonight’s events.
   Tamiko was terribly offended at her rebuffed 
hospitality (for the Japanese take their manners very 
seriously), especially when done in such an open 
fashion.  
My turn will come, you proud American bitch, she thought 
with satisfaction.  A vision of Carolyn naked on all 
fours while being pumped in her beautiful ass with a 10-
inch dildo flashed through Tamiko’s mind.  Content with 
her thoughts of revenge, Tamiko kept her demeanor calm 
as she turned to Tiffany.
   “Tiffany?  How about you?” she asked, ever the 
polite host.
   “Gosh, they’re really nice, Tamiko,” Tiffany gushed 
with a worried look on her face.  “I know it’s a pool 
party.  But maybe a little later when we go down there, 
OK?”
  “Sure, honey.  Whatever you want.  Just remember, this 
initiation is for you after all and you’re going to have 
to participate eventually.”
  “I know.  And I appreciate being here, really I do.” 
the nervous blond said.  “When will we start the 
initiation?”
  “You’ll find out,” Tamiko replied knowingly, and 
walked away, still holding up the unused suits.
  Hiding their disappointment, the girls led their 
guests into the interior of the well-furnished apartment.

   As the party started again, one or another of the 
girls would offer to get Carolyn any type of drink she 
wanted, but she always declined.  Drinking, she felt, 
was just another way to loose control and she never liked 
for that to happen.  So, she drank only rarely, and then for 
church or family functions only.  She never drank at 
parties!
   However, Tiffany, Carolyn noted with dismay, was 
accepting every drink she could get her hands on.
   The party soon regained its previous momentum and 
Carolyn lost Tiffany to her new friends.  Left alone, 
Carolyn wandered about the living room, admiring the 
exquisite oriental art scattered about.  Abruptly, she 
found herself face to face with a very chagrined looking 
Tamiko.
   Bowing deeply, Tamiko said quietly in her lilting 
accent, “I came to apologize for my rudeness earlier.  
It was wrong of me to treat my guests in such a fashion.  
My clothes were obviously not suitable for a person of 
your stature.”
  Carolyn was taken aback by the girl’s obvious 
sincerity.  She also realized that her own behavior 
hadn’t been exactly Emily Post either.  Here she had 
come to a party, and managed first thing to insult her 
hostess.  Worse, for Carolyn, was that she hadn’t even 
remembered to bring any food, which was a Greek insult 
in itself!  This girl had succeeded in making her feel very 
guilty indeed.  Now she was obligated to make it up to 
the poor child in some way.
   “No, it was my fault.  Really,”  she said.  “Let me 
help in the kitchen or something.  Please.”
   “No.  You might soil that fine suit.”  Tamiko saw 
Carolyn blush and look down at the floor upon hearing 
that.  Good! Tamiko thought.  Serves her right.
   “Besides,” Tamiko continued, “the error was truly 
mine.  As a token of my apology, please take this.”  
Tamiko held out with both hands a frosted-glass filled 
with ice and a very thick, red liquid.
   “You will find it is the just the thing for a hot 
summer evening.”
   Carolyn carefully took the glass and wondered how she 
could ask the obvious question about alcohol content 
without offending the girl again.
   “This is a favorite of my classmates at the school I 
attended in Japan, before I left for college in America.  
My mother always served this during their visits to our 
home.  It is called a Mai Tai.”
   Oh, if her mother served it to her school friends, 
then it must be all right, Carolyn thought.  Relieved 
that she had been able to avoid another mistake, Carolyn 
carefully put the glass to her lips and tentatively 
sipped the liquid.  She found it was delicious and very 
cooling in the warm room.  To cap everything off, she 
could taste no alcohol.  The drink was completely safe.
   “Why, this is marvelous!”
   “Yes, simple but very soothing.  It is after all only 
a mixture of various fruit juices.  But, you must drink 
deeply for the full effect.”
  To Tamiko’s satisfaction, Carolyn eagerly did as she 
was told.  Soon Carolyn was holding an empty glass.  She 
had drained it and hadn’t even noticed.  The drink was 
that smooth.  The only problem was, she found that she 
was still thirsty.
   “Could I have another, please?”
   “I think that can be arranged.”
   Tamiko brought Carolyn a full pitcher of Mai Tai and 
then led her to two comfortable chairs located away from 
the party crowd on the other side of the surprisingly 
spacious room near the kitchenette.  There, the two of 
them talked on into the night, Tamiko being careful to 
replenish Carolyn’s glass whenever it emptied.  

   After about an hour, the party moved over to where 
Carolyn and Tamiko were sitting, where Carolyn learned 
that Tiffany had finally been talked into wearing one of 
Tamiko’s bathing suits.  
   “The spare suits are in the bathroom,” Tamiko 
directed, with a pointed look at Carolyn.  
   The embarrassed Carolyn looked away as, with much 
collective cheering from the other girls, Tiffany left 
to change in the bathroom.  She returned wearing the suit 
and one of Tamiko’s robes she found in the bathroom.  
Two of the girls, Fawn and Samantha, took her back into the 
bathroom and, after much shrieking and laughing, 
returned holding a red-faced Tiffany between them.  Tiffany was 
busily trying to tie her small black bikini bottoms back 
on while the two girls kept her moving forward by 
swatting her on the buttocks.
  “I just don’t see the difference, that’s all,“ 
Tiffany angrily muttered to Carolyn, to the latter’s 
delight, as she fought with the short strings while 
constantly having to turn to avoid hands seeking to 
smack her barely covered bottom.  “What’s the problem with a 
robe, anyway!  I can barely keep this suit on.”
   Tiffany’s ordeal ended when she finally got her 
strings tied.  The group then departed with the still 
muttering Tiffany into the kitchen for a fresh round of 
drinks.  Carolyn could soon hear Tiffany laughing with 
the rest.
   Carolyn was feeling very mellow by now.  She 
disapproved at the way Tiffany had to display herself in 
the too-small suit (the girl could just get the bottom 
strings to knot, and her breasts were practically 
spilling out of their cups), but found herself enjoying 
along with the others Tiffany’s obvious discomfort.  
Besides, she had felt all along that the only thing 
Tiffany really needed was a good spanking.
   The party drifted back across the room, leaving 
Tamiko and Carolyn alone once more.
   After a time, Carolyn discovered that she was having 
a wonderful time here.  Tamiko proved to be an intelligent 
and highly educated young woman (Carolyn couldn’t think 
of her a mere girl anymore) who’s tales of her life in 
Japan proved quite fascinating.  To avoid offending 
Tamiko again, Carolyn made the sacrifice of drinking 
whenever Tamiko re-filled her glass.  It didn’t matter 
to her really.  It was after all only an unusually pleasant 
mix of fruit juices, and she could always work off the 
calories on Saturday.  The strange thing was, no matter 
how much she drank, she always felt a little thirsty.
  Carolyn found herself completely captivated by 
Tamiko’s descriptions of Japanese culture.  She had never heard 
anything like it before, and couldn’t hear enough about 
it now.  Tamiko proved to be an excellent guide into 
this new world, and would patiently explain anything that 
Carolyn asked her about.  The normally aloof Carolyn 
found herself becoming very appreciative of this young 
oriental.
   As the evening wore on, Tamiko talked of various 
Japanese dating and marriage customs.  To Carolyn’s 
surprise, the exchange student then went on to calmly 
describe in intimate detail the sex life of a young 
Japanese woman. 
   Normally, Carolyn would be horrified at this kind of 
talk, yet tonight she felt strangely detached about the 
whole thing.  Tamiko made it all seem so normal, as they 
sat there in a living room full of people while she 
talked of things that Carolyn would have trouble even 
thinking about to herself, let alone discuss with 
another person.  Still, she knew that such talk was really not 
for her.  It was only her desire not to once again 
offend this sincere young woman that kept her seated, and not 
jump up and leave this apartment immediately.  Besides, 
what Tamiko was telling her, however Carolyn personally 
felt about it, was obviously of cultural and even 
religious importance to this young person, so Carolyn, 
taking another big gulp of her soothing and ever present 
Mai Tai, was determined not to do anything to cause 
offense.
   If only she weren’t so explicit, Carolyn thought.  It 
was like being there, watching these terrible things 
happening.  Worse, as Tamiko went remorselessly on and 
on, Carolyn began to feel as if what the girl was 
describing was being done to her, personally.  Her mind 
reeled at the verbal images spoken by this calm 
beautiful Oriental girl sitting in front of her.  As the girl went 
on from practice to practice, Carolyn could tell it was 
starting to affect her.  Carolyn noticed that the room 
was becoming increasing warm.  Worse, she was finding 
her body becoming uncomfortably warm.  Her face was becoming 
flush.  Her heart was beating very fast and she was 
practically panting, her breath had gotten so fast.  She 
could feel the beads of sweat forming on her forehead 
under her hair line.  She was starting to sweat inside 
her clothes, too.  A trickle of moisture was forming 
between her confined breasts and starting to run down 
her stomach, while she could feel another one was going down 
the small of her back.  In fact, her clothes were 
becoming very confining to her.  How odd, she thought.  
This suit had always been such a good fit before.  If 
only she could get out of her office clothes and into 
something more comfortable, then she would feel much 
better.
   “The Sukmeuki Technique is especially favored in 
Japan.  In it, the woman’s nipples are delicately and 
rhythmically sucked on, like this.”  To Carolyn’s 
discomfort, Tamiko then pursed her lips and began a 
slow, gentle sucking motion.  To her horror, she felt her own 
nipples respond as if they were actually being used by 
this girl who was still seated across from her!  Each 
time she saw Tamiko do a sucking motion with her lips 
and cheeks, she felt herself lean forward and her sensitive 
nipples extend in time with the girl’s actions.  Oh my 
God! she thought.  
   Now Carolyn felt very warm in her clothes.  Everything 
seems to have shrunk, she thought.  Even her underwear 
felt as if they were all wrong, even though she knew 
everything fitted perfectly this morning.  Her breasts 
felt as if her bra was a size too small, while her 
nipples had reached diamond hardness.  She tried 
crossing her arms over her chest to provide some relief, but that 
just irritated her nipples even more.  Her pantyhose had 
become quite uncomfortable, almost suffocating.  The 
narrow elastic of her panties was also giving her 
trouble, cutting into her increasingly sensitive skin.  
She tried shifting her hips slightly from time to time, 
but it didn’t help.  Of greater trouble, because of her 
constant shifting, the fabric of the chair had worked 
itself up between her thighs and was now pressing on her 
most private of places.  Now whenever she moved it just 
made things worse, for when she moved the fabric just 
pressed in even tighter on her vulva.  She could feel it 
very clearly in spite of all her clothes, and it was 
becoming very uncomfortable for her.  Yet she found it 
impossible to sit still.  She kept crossing and 
recrossing her legs, trying without success to relieve 
the unusual pressure building in her vagina.  What was 
happening to her, she wondered?
   Tamiko saw the effect her talk and the Mai Tais were 
having on the American bitch as she continued with her 
verbal seduction of the unsuspecting woman.
    In hope of distracting herself from Tamiko’s 
increasingly hypnotic talk, Carolyn looked around for 
any sign of Tiffany.  Across the room, she saw that Tiffany 
had become quite drunk (the little fool) and had lost 
the top to her suit, and her breasts now were completely 
exposed.   Fortunately, no one seemed to mind Tiffany’s 
semi-nudity.
   Carolyn found to her surprise that she herself wasn’t 
really upset about it, even when she saw that the others 
were even now in the process of joining Tiffany’s 
exposed condition; but, she knew that it was a sign.  It would 
be soon be time for her to be leaving the party, before 
things really got out of hand.
   She watched her hostess with what she hoped was a 
look of only mild astonishment  as the girl suddenly pursed 
her lips into a small rose, with her flattening cheeks 
indicating a sucking action.
   Oh, my God! thought Carolyn.  She can’t seriously be 
showing this obscene act to her, could she?
   She wondered how she could change the subject from 
Japanese arousal technics (My God!) without offending 
Tamiko when she felt a faint tingling in her breasts.  
The feeling became more and more pronounced, especially 
at the tips, and therefor increasingly disturbing to 
her.  The peculiar  sensation kept increasing until it 
soon became quite vibrant.  Carolyn was stunned.  It was 
almost as if someone were sucking the rapidly 
hardening tips of her breasts!
   Carolyn looked about her wildly, but there was no one 
even close to where she and Tamiko were sitting.  She 
quickly folded her arms protectively over her chest, 
but the now-rhythmic pull on her diamond-hard nipples 
continued.
   Worse, whenever Tamiko’s tongue flicked in a slow, 
deliberate manor over her pursed lips, Carolyn could 
feel her nipples being bathed in warm liquid.
   She could only sit dumbfounded as her nipples 
continued to inexplicably react to the actions of the 
young oriental girl seated across from her.
   Carolyn knew that it just couldn’t be happening.  She 
was sitting fully dressed in a room full of other women 
(children, really), attending a party.  Yet, the way 
her body was reacting, she might as well have been naked 
and alone with Tamiko in some bedroom.  Carolyn shivered 
at the thought, although she couldn’t understand 
why such an outrageous idea could affect her in such a 
way.
   As suddenly as they started, the incredible 
sensations coming from her left nipple ceased.  Carolyn 
sighed with relief and gratefully opened her arms and 
reached for another drink of her cool and soothing Mai 
Tai.  
   She looked up from her drink and saw with dismay that 
Tamiko was now looking at her right breast.
   “Oh, no”, Carolyn whispered as Tamiko again pursed 
her lips and the now-familiar sucking sensation soon 
engulfed the tip of Carolyn’s right breast.
   After seemingly ages of continuous torment of her 
nipples, Tamiko started alternately to look from breast 
to breast.  Carolyn’s chest felt as if it was constantly 
being sucked and licked.
   Her whole body was starting to respond to this weird, 
almost supernatural stimulation.  Sweat was breaking out 
along her hair line and along her upper lip.  Her lips 
felt very dry and she was continuously having to lick 
them with her tongue.
   Carolyn grew to anticipate the stimulation, and she 
was soon unconsciously bending forward each time she 
felt the bizarre effect of Tamiko’s demonstration as her 
hardened nipples distended as if by magic.
   Tamiko suddenly stopped her demonstration, but if 
Carolyn noticed she gave no sign.  She continued to lean 
forward as the memory of her tingling breasts remained 
with her.
   Tamiko wondered at the sensuality this cold woman 
must have buried deep within her.  Her remote-stimulus 
technic rarely had had such an effect on a victim.  She 
couldn’t wait to try it on a much more personal area of 
the proud woman’s body— her cunt!
   “Carolyn, my dear, are you all right?” she asked, 
placing her right hand on 
Carolyn’s left knee.
   At the unaccustomed touched, Carolyn snapped back 
from her dream-like state.  She realized ruefully that 
Tamiko had been talking to her and all she could think 
about like some slut was the strange feelings she had 
been getting in her breasts.  My God, I must be losing 
my mind, she thought.
   “What did you say?”
   “That technic I just showed you is easily adapted to 
other areas of the body.  For example, the area of the…”
   A loud crash sounded from across the room, followed 
by a loud “Oops!” from an obviously drunk Tiffany.  
Tamiko stopped taking and turned with an 
uncharacteristic look of annoyance toward the sound.
   Carolyn used the moment to try and rise unsteadily to 
her feet.  She had a sick feeling what Tamiko was going 
to show her next and the very idea disgusted her 
completely.  She had been polite to this demure Oriental 
sex maniac long enough.  
   Now it was time for her to go!

   As she began to make her good-byes to Tamiko, she 
stood up, only to quickly sit back down again.  
   “Wow!” she exclaimed.  “What happened?  My head 
feels like it’s floating.”
   “You stood up too fast, silly,” Tamiko said as she 
left her chair to kneel in front of the dazed Carolyn’s 
feet.  “You must be more careful.  Here, let me help 
you.”
   Tamiko placed an arm around Carolyn’s waist and 
helped the shaken woman to slowly stand.
   “Now, isn’t that better?”
   “Yes, thank you.  You are a good friend.  I am much 
better now, although I still feel a little light 
headed.”
   “Well, it has gotten very warm in here.  That’s 
probably what you are feeling.  You’ll be fine when you 
get outside.”
   “Yes, you’re right.  But, I really need to use your 
bathroom before I go.”
   “Yes, of course.  Please come this way.”
   Tamiko led Carolyn back through the living room past 
the partiers and to the door of the guest bathroom 
located at the entrance hall.  As they were walking, 
Carolyn could notice a distinct squishy feeling between 
her legs.  Oh. my, she thought.  I must have to go even 
worse that I thought.
   “Here you go.  Oh, by the way.  We are just about to 
start Tiffany’s initiation.  I know it doesn’t seem like 
it, but it truly is a very important occasion and I 
would be honored if you would stay for it.  It shouldn’t last 
more than 20 minutes.  We’ll begin just as soon as you 
are done here.  OK?”
   At the moment, Carolyn could only think of her 
bursting bladder.  She had long ago lost track on the 
countless Mai Tai’s she had consumed.  She would agree 
to anything to be able to use the toilet.  Besides, she had 
appreciated the time Tamiko had spent with her and 
wanted to do something in return for the young woman.
   “OK, Tamiko.  And thank you very much for inviting 
me.”
   Carolyn then dashed into the small bathroom and 
quickly shut the door, just in case Tamiko had something 
else she wanted to tell her!

End Part I



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