he whispered sweet nothings in my ear "would you like me better, if we slept together?" -- i daydreamed how it would be like if i was a concubine of a married yakuza boss. i'd be a dazzling blonde with long legs and big breasts, eye-catchingly out of place in busy Toyko. he'd buy me an abnormally large japanese apartment, supply me with too much money and all sorts of sick, flimsy lingerie. i'd be at his beck and call, not knowing when he'd stop by and distantly use my body. i'd unintentionly know some illegal criminal secrets and constantly fret about my life. i'd be confused, well-fed and alone. boss wouldn't let me have any kind of friends, especially males. he'd even growl to me in his broken english, "you are slut. always will be untrustworthy slut. MY paid whore." i would plan to flee whenever he was in the bathroom, wiping himself clean. RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR ARE YOU A CONFUSED ADOLESCENT DESPERATELY SEEKING ACCEPTANCE FROM AN UNDEFERENTIAL EGO MASS THAT DEMANDS CONFORMITY? yes, you are.