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slippery chrome spout。 Her knuckles turned white。 Her thighs rose until they were locked around his waist and he was supporting her with his body。 Her belly ground in hard circular movements as if she could not get enough of him and he was obliged to put his hands on her waist so that she wouldn't throw； herself from their wet connection。 The fierce heaving's of her body mounted。 It was like trying to hang on to a wild animal in the shuddering throes of death。
She began to scream now and abruptly he understood why she had wanted the water on。 The pleasure was being unbearable and his legs began to tremble with the effort and the straining for release。 Dimly he became aware that she was saying something to him。
'Hit me；' she moaned。 'Hit me。'
He thought that in this state he must have misheard her but she repeated it over and over； a litany。 Her breasts shook； rivulets of moisture ran down her supple flesh。 Her body was arched backward； her hands still gripping the spout； their body's pistoning frantically。
She was gasping and moaning and he didn't think that he could hold out much longer。 Her body seemed bottom…heavy。
'Please！' she cried to him。 'Please； please； please！' But he would not raise a hand to her。 'I know；' she gasped out； her lips against his ear。 The hot rain crashing against them； her hard nipples scraping his chest。 'I know what happened today …at the dojo。' Her voice was ragged and there were uneven gaps between the words。 Still； he heard her。 'I know … oh！ Hit me； darling。 Hit me！' And then； savagely； 'I fucked Saigo； just as I'm fucking you now I'
He struck her then； as she wanted him to do； indeed； as she needed him to do。
'Oh！' she cried out； her body arching。 'Oh； oh； oh； darling！ I'm going！'
And； in that moment； he felt a ring of muscles deep inside her gripping him； clamping his flesh in exquisite torment； and he too cried out； his legs giving way at last。 Her fists slipped from the spout and they collapsed to the bottom of the stall； the water on them； all around them； the steam rising。 Her arms came around him； pulling him hard against her； both of them still in orgasm。
The clouds were on fire。
The sun； sliding downwards in its arc； broke across the oblique shoulder of Fuji； turning the sky to crimson。 As quickly as it had e； the flare faded as the sun dipped behind the mountain and all that was left was traces of pink； slowly healing wounds on the undersides of the passing clouds。 Soon they had turned grey。 The lights were lit。
Kansatsu sat cross…legged in the centre of the dojo。 Nicholas faced him。 Nothing was said。 The students； the other sensei had departed for the night。 These two stayed on； breathing。
'Tell me；' Kansatsu said at last； 'what you have learned from the Go Rin No Sho。' His eyes remained closed。
'There is good in it；' said Nicholas。 'And evil。'
'That is rare； Nicholas。'
'On the contrary； sensei。'
'So？'
'I don't think anything in life is all good or all bad。'
Kansatsu opened his eyes and nodded。 'You have learned well； Nicholas。 You are an astute student。 It is a bad idea to rely too heavily on one discipline or 。one strategy set。 This quickly bees ingrained and one's thinking stagnates。 Rely only on the situation that presents itself。 If you let notions of strategy dictate to you； you will surely be defeated。〃 He closed his eyes again。 'You would be surprised； Nicholas； at the number of quite good students who make that mistake。 Sensei； too。'
For a time there was silence between them。 From outside Nicholas heard the muffled cough of a car starting。 It drove off； the beams from its headlights swinging briefly across his field of vision。 Darkness returned。 A plover twittered； took off in a soft clatter。
Nicholas cleared his throat。 'I have read it all。'
'And what do you think？'
'To be truthful； I don't know what to think。'
'Do the ninja interest you； Nicholas？'
'Yes。'
'Then why do you hesitate？'
'I didn't know I had。'
'Then you had better look inside yourself。'
He thought for a moment。 'I guess I feel I should have said no。'
'Ah。'
'Ninjutsu seems a forbidden topic。〃
'Arcane； yes。 Forbidden； no。' Kansatsu stared at Nicholas across the small space between them。 'Even here in Japan； there is surprisingly little known about the ninja。 They are from a segment of society about which no Japanese can be proud。 But ninjutsu is an ancient art。 It came from China； or so it is monly said。 I do not think that anyone could tell you with absolute certainty。
'The ninja were not bound by the Way of the Warrior。 Bushido was only a word to them。 Their rise was swift。 Because they were so successful； the bushi used them more and more。 As their wealth increased； so did the sophistication and diversity of their techniques。 There came a time； then； when the samurai came to the ninja to learn。 Thus the Way became perverted。
'There are many ryu in Japan。 More than in any official governmental count。 Among these； the variety of disciplines taught is virtually limitless。 Good and evil are sometimes propounded indiscriminately。' He did not have to ask if Nicholas was following his line of thought。 Darkness； now； the clouds obscuring the moon。 Only man…made lights shone。
'To be a true champion； Nicholas； one must explore the darkness； too。'
That evening； Cheong took Nicholas aside。 They went into the Colonel's study。 It smelled of tobacco smoke and leather。 Along with the kitchen； it was a Western room in an otherwise very traditional Japanese house。
Cheong sat sideways on the high…backed wooden chair in front of the Colonel's roll…top desk。 Nicholas sat on the leather couch； near her。
'You are happy that Yukio has e to stay with us。' It was not a question。
'Yes；' he said truthfully。 'Is there anything wrong with that？'
Cheong smiled。 'You are growing up but you are still my child。 I think I have a right to ask。 You don't have to answer me； you know。'
His eyes dropped to his hands for a moment。 'I know that；' he said softly。
She leaned forward； enclosed his hands in hers。 'My darling； you have nothing to fear from me。 Whatever you and Yukio do is between the two of you。 Your father may not approve but he sees things differently to what we do。 He is still a soldier and； therefore； mistrusts everyone and everything。'
Nicholas looked at her。 'He mistrusts Yukio。 But what …'
Cheong shook her head。 'It doesn't matter； don't you see that？ It's a blind spot he has。 Never mind。 I'm quite certain he mistrusted So…Peng in the beginning。'
She turned and； opening a drawer in the desk with a key； she produced the dragon…and…tiger box that was So…Peng's parting gift to her and the Colonel。 With deft； economical movements of her fingers she opened the box。
'You see；〃 she said in a hushed voice； 'there are fifteen。' She meant the emeralds。 'There were sixteen； originally。 One bought this house。〃 She looked up at him； I'm sure your father told you the story of this present。' Nicholas nodded and she continued。 'What he didn't tell you was its meaning。 I'm not certain whether even he knows it fully。' She shrugged。 'And if he did； he would most likely dismiss the idea。 He is a most pragmatic man； your fat