Chapter 11

Dear readers,

There is not a lot of sex in this chapter, but I sure had fun writing it. I hope that you enjoy it. By the way, the section concerning some of the laws in Singapore is factually correct. All of the laws mentioned are on the books and enforced.

Humbly submitted,
Diabetic

Preface:

So there I was, sitting in this curtained off area somewhere in the bowels of the largest airport in Japan, barefoot, wearing a silk robe and not having even the beginnings of a clue.

Day 2248
Acquisition 6,139
Narita Airport, Tokyo

Acquisition Details:

If I had not been so sexually sated from the trip over here, I might have grown a bit impatient. Yet, the pillow I was sitting on was soft (softer than the seat on the 747), the room was nice and cool, the silk robe felt nice, and the light was muted. I would have to be careful not to doze off.

I heard a slight rustling of the curtains and a petite Japanese woman came in and bowed to me. I didn't attempt to bow back because I was sitting and I knew that I did not know enough about Japanese ritual bowing to get it right. So, I nodded my head in her direction and threw out a fast mindscript to determine her name, what her instructions were, and what was going to happen next. I got nothing back, which basically told me that her English was not good enough to understand and process the mindscript. Shit!

She handed me a beautiful leather binder, tied with a gold ribbon. I nodded my acceptance and untied the ribbon. Inside were a series of sheets of very expensive paper, with writing in Japanese and English, offering me choices of several meals and beverages No prices were indicated. A gold pen was attached to the binder and the young woman indicated that I was to mark my preferences. I spent more than a few minutes looking over the offerings and the young lady knelt patiently next to me. When I began to indicate my choices, she nodded enthusiastically.

When I finished writing, I closed the binder and handed it back to her, she bowed deeply and sort of floated out of the room, leaving me to myself again. "That," I thought, "was interesting."

A few minutes later she returned and proceeded to do a ritual opening of the beer I had selected. It was almost as if she were making love to the bottle. It took her at least 5 minutes to get the beer opened and poured into a glass, and then she knelt next to me, holding a coaster with the glass of beer. I took the beer and she just knelt there, holding the coaster. I started to reach for the coaster, thinking that maybe, like salt and pepper, the glass and the coaster traveled in pairs, but I was wrong and with a gentle shaking of her head she made it clear that she was the virtual end table and that between sips I was to return the glass to her coaster.

"OK, fine," I thought. "This is getting more interesting by the minute." I sipped and nodded, she held the coaster and nodded. I hit her with another mindscript, this time trying first grade English, but didn't get a rise out of her.

I finally finished my beer and she took the glass (and the coaster) and vanished again. Next thing I know, she is kneeling behind me massaging my head, neck and shoulders. I had really been hoping for a good (or even average) blowjob, but the massage I was getting was a very, very close second. I may have even dozed off, since the flight had been long, the beer had been cold, and the fingers working on my scalp, neck and shoulders had been, well, perfect. At this point I didn't really care that I had no idea as to the woman's name, I had no way of communicating with her and no hope of getting laid - with or without the use of mindscripts.

After a while I realized that she had stopped massaging me and had brought in my meal on a small, elegant table. I'd call it a short-legged TV tray table, but that would be like calling a Ferrari just a red car with not much seating. The table was magnificent, some sort of dark wood with a lot of inlays. The presentation of the meal was fantastic. It was as if the meal were art. I sat there just staring at the presentation of the meal, with her kneeling opposite me. Then I got the shock of my life. She intended to feed me.

Now I have been feeding myself for a long time, and doing a pretty good job of it. I could usually hit my mouth with a fork full of food on the first or second try, I could drink without dribbling, so this was clearly going to uncharted territory for me. Using chopsticks, she divided the chicken, noodle and veggie dish into small portions, scooped them up and stuck them in my mouth. Of course, it was much, much more graceful than that, as every bite was bit of theater. I almost hated it when the meal came to an end. But end it did, and when it was over, she cleared the tray away and came back with a warm damp towel and wiped my face (not that a single morsel had dribbled past my lips) and washed my hands.

I was wondering what to do next, when a faint chime sounded in the room, and she rose, indicating that I should do so as well. She had me step out of my slippers and she put my socks and shoes on, slipped the robe from my shoulders and helped me get my tie tied correctly. When I had my jacket on she brushed off any lint or invisible crumbs, and I felt positively spiffy. The curtain rustled and my original two escorts had returned. The woman took my bag again and the man indicated that I should give him my tickets and passport. They soundlessly led me back through airport security, took me to the gate and escorted me onto my plane bound for Singapore.

Acquisition details:

At the entry of the plane the lead flight attendant, who introduced herself as Fen, met me. I then saw a familiar face - Mazlin!

My eyes got wide and I asked her, "What are you doing here? I thought you were flying tomorrow?"

"I had some time off coming, and I talked with my scheduler. I have the next three days free, and hoped you would like my company. If not, I can go back to my hotel and not be a bother."

It was obvious that the mindscript I had given her had not yet kicked in. This was a real treat; she had rearranged her schedule because she wanted to be with me. No mindscript had helped her make up her mind. Yow! "Of course, I would like to have you with me for the next three days. Are you on this flight?"

"Yes," she giggled, "it seems there are a lot of empty seats in first class. They are empty, but blocked."

I turned to Fen and asked, "Is it acceptable with you that Mazlin sits up here with me?"

She replied, "I have been instructed that the entire front cabin is at your disposal. What ever pleases you with regards to seating is more than acceptable to me. Thank you for asking."

"Thank you."

Mazlin and I grabbed a pair of seats with maximum legroom and settled in for the flight. The run down to Singapore would last about seven hours, so we had plenty of time. With a gentle nudge of a mindscript, Mazlin told me about her family, her life growing up in Singapore, the pressures of family and school, and the incredible pressure for success being Malaysian in the Island-state of Singapore. She told me about all the unusual laws on the books there. Some of the laws that she warned me about make a lot of sense; some astounded me. She told me that the sale of gum is prohibited. Homosexuals are not allowed to live there. Oral sex is illegal unless it is used as a form of foreplay. Pornography is illegal. As it is considered pornographic, you may not walk around your home nude. Failure to flush a public toilet after use may result in very hefty fines. It is considered an offense to enter the country with cigarettes. Cigarettes are illegal at all public places. It is illegal to come within 50 meters of a pedestrian crossing marker on any street. If you are convicted of littering three times, you will have to clean the streets on Sundays with a bib on saying, "I am a litterer." This will then be broadcast on the local news. It is illegal to pee in an elevator.

Mazlin told me that Singapore has an unusual approach concerning laws, and it vastly different than the approach in the United States. In the US, she explained, there are a lot of laws, but very few laws are enforced. In Singapore, there are not so many laws, but laws are fairly strictly enforced. There is a high premium on order. Taxis rarely speed, people rarely litter and the light rail system runs on time. She told me that the reason chewing gum is prohibited is because some people careless discarded used gum, and it made the doors to one of the light rail cars stick, and made the train late. Voila! Gum is illegal, although foreigners can bring in a small amount for personal use while they visit.

We made small talk for several hours. I was really impressed with this girl, she was well educated, quick witted and modest. When mealtime neared, she excused herself and helped Fen prepare our meals, even though she was only preparing meals for two as opposed to the normally full first class cabin. Fen and Mazlin briefly discussed who would serve the meal, but Fen insisted that while she appreciated Mazlin's assistance, it was her duty to serve us. That was the end of the discussion. The meal was, as one would expect, quite wonderful.