Chapter 5

I believe I mentioned something ... but maybe not. When my converted gaijin round-eyed blonde was ‘fixed’ by Sam-sama ... transformed into a wet dream teen straight from the pages of a Japanese coffee table Glamour magazine ... a babe ... when he fixed her ... he really ‘fixed’ her.

V.I.R.G.I.N ... intact ... and unsterile. No longer sterile. We didn’t know. We were just having fun. The major benefit of Heroic behavior ... fucking the help.

When the inevitable happened the consequences were too much to bear ... I kidnapped her. If she’s pregnant she can’t get through the portal FROM Chaos ... The rule book plainly stated if she’s pregnant on my side of the mirror ... she gets a bloody nose for trying ... nothing was said about the portal from Crossroads ... TO ... my house.

She passed.

Eva was pissed.

“We want her back!”

“Can’t.”

“Why not?”

“You should know ... you wrote the book ... look it up.”

Eva went back.

Three days later, she was back. “You, sir, are a menace to the peace and tranquility of Crossroads.” That was accompanied by a finger wave and fist jerk ... and a few nasty but unvocalized words ... her lips were moving ... I could read ‘em ... she was too much of a lady to Use them.

I gave a finger wave of my own.

She humphed. Huffed even.

“Sam been importuned by caretakers?”

“Yes.” Another huff.

“How many are on earth?”

“Thirty or there abouts ... before Sam got a good talking to.”

Mioko spoke up, “My Hero is going to need a new caregiver.”

“WHAT!?!” “Surely you jest.”

“Nope ... I need to send him so I can get some rest ... unless Ceiling will whip us up a batch of restorative.”

The slam loosened the screws on the mirror. We almost lost it.

I practically followed her through ... after I reset the mirror ... had to use anchor screws.

She was waiting. Fuming.

Ceiling said, “Sato-san.”

I bowed, “Ceiling-sama.”

Sam called out, “‘Lo Sato.”

“‘lo Sam.”

Eva pointed at the healing chamber door.

I went.

“Got you in trouble, Sam?”

“Nothing I couldn’t handle ... get in.”

What seemed like seconds took a day. Sam was satisfied. He shooed me ... I opened the door, stepped out and was greeted by four round eyes ... three nude blondes and Eva.

“Choose ... one of these.”

They were typical ... and stern. And triplets ... peas in a pod. I would never know which one I was bringing my rescues to.

I’m not saying they weren’t enthusiastic ... far from it. But they never loved me. Not like Mioko. The damsels were strictly ‘duty.’

Mioko Sato ... oh yes ... married ... at a Shinto shrine, by a priest in a ceremony called shinzenshiki, or “marriage before the gods.” And registered at the repository of records ... truly married.

Four children in six years ... all breast fed. She still looks 18. I am the envy of my neighbors ... the men, anyway ... the women? not so much.

I still took my 15 minutes every three weeks

We vacationed at various resorts ... this past summer was Pentwater ... well ... Ludington ... two weeks cruise. Aboard the SS Badger Car Ferry.

Busman’s holiday for me ... Mioko and the children were thrilled.

The Coast Guard is a commercial venture ... more cops than Navy ... and we have ‘better’ rules and regulations.

I was promoted to Warrant and comissioned to Ensign, again to Lieutenant JG and then Lieutenant and I had my thirty ... and retirement.

Let the fun and games begin! After 30 years of coddling miscreants and smugglers ... Chaos ... where I can KILL the bad guys ... love it.