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When she came back out, she was dressed in a long thick skirt and a sweater over a top. She looked like maybe she\u2019d be going to the Church basement to sort donations for the food bank. At the store, Kyoko began leading the way and made it known to Jess that she wanted to make dinner for them all as a thank you.<\/p>\n

A lot of the items were things he didn\u2019t even know the store had or were things he didn\u2019t even know existed. Kyoko wouldn\u2019t explain anything, pretending no English and no ability to read the simplest gesture. They got back and she insisted to Cowell and Jess that they had to stay out of the kitchen. She wouldn\u2019t make any contact with Marcus, instead indicating to Jess and Cowell that they needed to keep Marcus out too. She made herself busy and the three friends passed the time in the living room watching shows.<\/p>\n

Marcus was confused and a little hurt. He wanted to show off a bit that Kyoko was into him strongly, but instead, it looked to Cowell and Jess like she didn\u2019t know him at all and had no interest in changing that. Cowell and Jess chalked it up to Japanese culture but there was no way Marcus could explain it wasn\u2019t. They even talked quietly and in amazement, at how incredibly proper and formal she was, and how she didn\u2019t seem able to even think improperly.<\/p>\n

Marcus could only stare at the floor and shake his head. He wanted to scream at them that she was completely opposite. The meal that she put out on the small table smelled and tasted incredible to Cowell, Jess, and Marcus. But the way it looked on the plates was something bordering on the artistic. Marcus couldn\u2019t believe it was his plates \u2014 the transformation was stunning. Kyoko maintained her formal stiffness throughout, playing the role of the subservient Japanese wife.<\/p>\n

The conversation, such as it was, seemed mostly about hours at work, hours sleeping, and hours to yourself, which sounded to them all like not nearly enough. Before too long, Jess and Cowell made to go and Kyoko followed Marcus down the hall to say goodbyes. She lingered trying to say something special to Jess, and Marcus went back to the kitchen to clean up. It was twenty minutes of busy work in the kitchen for Marcus before he realized Kyoko wasn\u2019t anywhere to be seen.<\/p>\n

He put away the last item in the kitchen and wiped his hands on a towel he draped around his neck. He leaned into the living room and saw no one, and nor was the bathroom light on.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2020 PiMag and Marissa Reed All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations for review purposes only. This book is a work of fiction and all names, characterizations, places, and incidents are entirely the product of the author\u2019s imagination.<\/p>\n

Any resemblance to actual persons, names, places or incidents are entirely coincidental. Also from PiMag Publishing: By Marissa Reed: Cheating Husbands and Lying Wives By Dylan Chase: The Very Bad Wife Wives Gone Wild Bed & Breakfast Cuckold Wife for a Night To Steal a Wife Gone Wild Wife She Serves Her Man Hot Wife Spied Cuckold or Cuckqueen?<\/p>\n

The Student\u2019s Testimony Book 1 I The rapid Japanese voice suddenly hit Marcus. \u2018Kyoko!\u2019 he said \u201cText!\u201d and hung up. He sent a text himself to the number that called, knowing it could be translated. He wrote, \u201cIs that you, Kyoko?\u201d A few moments later, she wrote back. He hit \u201ctranslate.\u201d She had replied, \u201cIt\u2019s me! I\u2019m in Sacramento now!\u201d Marcus had been sent to Japan two years earlier.<\/p>\n

He was part of a team of art purchasers doing a contract for a big bank. One day he and the others were toured around by a locally famous artist to see several museums. He tried to get out of it but there was no chance. When they drove up the gravel driveway nestled under overarching cherry tree branches, an ancient and tiny man came out to greet them.<\/p>\n

He introduced his assistant who lurked behind him until beckoned. A young woman emerged dressed in a long, wool skirt, clunky black shoes, and a shapeless brown jacket. Her hair was tied back and she appeared as glum as Marcus felt. He introduced himself to the man first and then to her. She responded formally and stiffly, keeping her eyes down and her face expressionless. The old man took the others to the artifacts deep inside the museum after Marcus pretended to be car sick and needing to wait outside.<\/p>\n

The woman and old man shared a sharply worded exchange, the result of which was that she stayed outside with Marcus. It appeared to him as though it was her idea. When the others were gone inside, she finally raised her face.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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