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DESTINATION JAPAN CHAPTER 4 Nara was founded in 710, it was known back then as Heijo-kyo, Citadel of Peace, and for 74 years it was Japan's first capital. It was one of my favourite places to go and it was there I found myself. The hunt for the third embezzler had been going on for a week and still no luck. Miyoshi and I were staying at his estate on the Ise Penninsula, that overlooked Ago Bay. He had sent me to Nara to collect a packet of information on a potential corporate takeover of one of his companies. It wasn't supposed to be common knowledge yes, so he had sent me to get it from one of his couriers. I met the Miyoshi's mole in the Kasuga Shrine, a place where people are expected to go and pray at. Miyoshi was a follower of both Shinto and Buddhism, and so was I, it was hard not to. Wearing a ? sleeve stretch stripe shirt with cuffs and a scoop neck stretch pinafore dress. Satin lingerie, grey hose and 3in pumps, I stood in front of the Haiden hall, then pulled on the bell rope and tossed money into the box. Once that was done, I clapped three times to summon the resident kami, preferably a good kami, then stood back to pray. After I had finished, a nondescript Japanese man stopped next to me and looked up at me. "You don't look the type to pray here, are you sure you're in the right place?" he asked me as I held onto the shoulder strap of my bag. "Better here than in the other place I was at, peace to the emperor," I replied to him as he nodded his head. My response proved that I was the one he was to give the information to. Handing him a blank envelope filled with ten thousand yen, he handed me an envelope in response. Inside was the information on the takeover bid. Miyoshi would know how to block and prevent it. "Thank you, you weren't followed?" I asked him as I put the envelope in my bag and slung it over my shoulder again. "No, I come here every week at this time, no one would suspect a thing," he replied, then went to the Haiden hall to pray. I took this as my cue to back away and mingle with the crowds. One of Miyoshi's men had driven me here in one of his BMW S class Mercedes. When I reached it, I found a new driver standing by the back passenger door. Suspecting him immediately, I slowly walked towards him. Barring an emergency, my driver wouldn't have been recalled, and besides, he had the keys to it. "Courtney san, your driver was called away on a private matter, I was sent to drive you back to the estate," he said to me as he opened the back door for me. Before I got in, I gave him the once over and saw the slight bulge of a 9mm pistol at his left hip. Thanking him, I got in the back and crossed my long legs as he got in as well and drove me back to the estate. I sat casually while I planned my action. Miyoshi would have called me if I was to get a new driver, and I had never seen this one before. Luckily he gave all his drivers a subtle password system for me to use, to check for ones that were kosher and which ones weren't. I waited until we were near the estate, then casually asked him. "So how about turning on some music, I've always been partial to Johnny Cash or the Veronicas," I said to him. The correct response to this question was that was that he liked something else, listing one of 4 Japanese groups. Instead of listing one, he leaned down to try to find some Johnny Cash or the Veronicas on the radio bands. "Stop the car and give me your gun, if you value your life," I said to him as he glanced at me, then reached into his jacket for his pistol. As he took it out and aimed at me, a silenced 9mm glock, I grabbed his wrist and twisted it painfully, he only let go of it when I broke his wrist. Ignoring his cry of pain, I aimed his own weapon at him and told him to stop the car. "What's the set up, and how many are there?" I asked him as I kept a strong grip on his wrist. "Nine more, including Toshizo," he responded under threat of having a bullet put through his knee. "Is Miyoshi still alive?" I asked him as he only just kept from crying out in pain. "Yes, Toshizo wanted me to bring you in, then kill you in front of him." "Thank you," I said to him, then slammed his head against the side of the car hard, knocking him unconscious. Tossing his unconscious form out of the car, I got in and drove the rest of the way. Knowing the route well, I stopped just short of the estate and got out. Taking only my bag and my captured pistol, I made my way to the walls of the estate. There were other ways in beside the main gate, Miyoshi trusted only humans to guard his estate, he distrusted electronic eyes, which made this easy. Lifting up a rock, I took a key from under it and put it into one of the ornamental looking keyholes against the wall, one of 9 keyholes but this was the only one that would work. As I turned it, part of the wall moved inwards, showing me a way along the inside of the wall to one of 4 secret ways in. Walking along it about 20 feet, I stopped and peered out of the open exit. Due to a trick of the light, the exit was there, but was always shrouded in diffuse light. Only someone who got within 5 feet of it could see it. It was always open, but only a select few knew that it was there. Crouching down, I peered out and waited. I counted 2 patrolling figures, then a third. I waited until they did another patrol, then ran across a path leading to the long verandah and leaped up. Holding onto the edge of the roof, I swung up and crouched. When the first one walked underneath me, I swung down, wrapping my thighs around his neck. Before he could do anything or talk into his earpiece, I had snapped his neck. Gently letting him fall, I pulled his body just out of sight and checked him for weapons. Finding a pistol and a H&K MP5, I appropriated them, along with a knife under his belt. When the second one came looking for his friend, I leaned out from the corner and put a silenced bullet through his forehead, then one through the third guard who came to see what the thud was. They had to be checking in every so often so I didn't have much time. Moving to one of the corners, I pressed my fingers into the carvings along it, which made part of the roof above me retract, exposing a crawlspace. Leaping up, I made it close then crawled through it. I knew the layout and where this crawlspace passage would take me. The inside of Miyoshi's estates were like traditional Japanese homes as much as possible, only a lot bigger and with modern day amenities installed. Reaching the overhead rafters of one of the training rooms, where Miyoshi and I had often sparred. I waited and listened. Two strange Japanese men holding MP5s walked through it, then talked into a microphone. I moved as fast as possible over the rafters to the central room in the estate, the Irori room, the heart of every tradional Japanese house and it was the same here. Sitting on one of the cushions was Miyoshi Ogawa. Standing behind him was Toshizo and three more of his men, where he found them I didn't know and didn't care. They only had a few more minutes to live if I had anything to say about it. Moving back to the training room, I waited until the two patrolling guards walked underneath me, then dropped down to land between them. Slamming my fist into the throat of the first one, I heard his throat and larynx break as I spun to deal with the second one. Blocking a strike at my temple, I hit him as hard as I could in the sternum, then took out my silenced pistol and put three bullets through his chest. Checking to see if both were dead, I reloaded and peeked out of the room just as the third guard I had seen walked out and saw me. He immediately took out his MP5 and fired at me. Even though I ducked back, one bullet grazed my right shoulder and another hit the breech of my pistol. Dropping it, I unslung my own MP5 and fired at him. Instead of standing and firing, he ran back the way he came. Slowly running after him, I stopped just outside the Irori room. As I was deciding how to go in, I heard Toshizo call out to me. "I know your there Courtney, come out with your weapons in sight, or he gets a bullet in the head right now," hearing that, I knew I couldn't, but I couldn't not go in. At the sound of a hammer cocking, I sighed and walked into the room, my MP5 held up by the stock and my other hand in plain sight. "For so long, I had no idea who you truly were, I thought you were just his personal assistant, or his date for one of those art gallery openings and gala's that he went to. The news that you were his bodyguard and assassin, was a surprise to me. I never would have thought that of you, but after dispatching six of my men like that, I believe it," he said to me as I was searched. The bruise on Miyoshi's cheek made me more determined to have Toshizo hanging head first over a pit of hot coals before the night was out. "I've learned that you are a Kendo expert, Tatsuo here is also an expert, the consumate samurai, I will have you fight, and Miyoshi can watch his.. Flower... die in front of him, then he will join his ancestors, and I will take his place. I will become the top dog, as you americans are fond of saying," he told me as the one he called Tatsuo took off his jacket and put his MP5 aside and took down one of the long Tachi swords from the racks for himself, then threw one to me from a nearby rack. Sliding the sword out of his sheath, I spun it around in my hand and faced him. I had sparred many times, but never to the death before. I knew I was good, but how good was my opponent. While Toshizo's two remaining men aimed their weapons at me, Tatsuo fell to his knees and went into a trance. I knew from that he had been well trained in the sword sport of Kenjutsu and was immersing himself in the art of Kiai as I watched him. He clearly thought that it would enable him to accomplish miracles, the samurai of before did it and did it well, it enabled them to unite the soul and mind, enabling them to accomplish anything. I had tried it and sort of reached it. As I had a minute or two until my opponent would be ready, I dropped to my knees as well and began meditating as well. To win, I had to control the amount of air in my lungs, which was what this was all about. After resting in my knees for 90 seconds, I quickly got up as I heard my opponent get up. Holding my sword up, I neatly blocked his upward diagonal stroke and kicked at him while spinning and slashing at his side. He blocked that and came at me from another angle, then another. Slashing and drawing back, then slashing again. I couldn't touch him with my blade, but neither could he. Watching his shoulders and feet for subtle signs, I swung at him, again then again. It was he who made first blood, grazing my right shoulder and coming at me again as I reacted. I only just managed to block that and slammed the hilt of my sword at his nose. He quickly backtracked and pressed his hand to his nose, then attacked again, driving me back against one of the cabinets and we ended up inches from each other, the blade of his sword pressed against mine. "Admit defeat, you will not win, I was trained by the best Kenjutsu trainers in Japan," he said to me as the sharp end of his sword got closer and closer to my neck. "Really, that's nice, I was taught by the best Kendo masters in Japan, and the street," I said to him with a smile, then brought my knee upwards into his groin. As a former male, I knew exactly how much it would hurt, and I wasn't disappointed. As he cried out and struggled to stay upright, I head butted his already sore nose, breaking it, then slid my blade down his, then thrust it into his chest at an angle. The Tachi blade, folded over two hundred times and sharp enough to cut through silk hankerchiefs and bone, went right through him, only stopping at the hilt. As he fell to his knees, I saw his pistol on a holster on his belt. Quickly taking it out of the holster, I chambered a round, turned the safety off and put a bullet through the head of the first guard. As he fell, I aimed at the second one and fired as I heard a shot. Quickly turning, I saw Miyoshi fall forward, hole rapidly going red from the bullet that went through his back. Furious, I aimed at Toshizo as he ran, I fired and I heard him cry out as my bullet went through his right shoulder. I aimed at him again but he ran down a hallway towards the main exit of the estate. Quickly kneeling by Miyoshi's side to check him, he told me to take care of Toshizo. Subtly conditioned to obey him, I got up and ran after him, then pulled down a framed picture and pulled on a lever hidden underneath it. As I continued running, I saw the windows being sealed by metal bars, similar ones were going down over every door. To the naked eye, it looks exactly like the closing credits of Get Smart. The place was being locked down as I ran after Toshizo. I caught up with him on the wrong side of the sealed oak front doors. Upon hearing me, he spun around and aimed his pistol at me and we fired at the same time. Pain went through my arm as his bullet went through my right upper arm. Dropping my pistol, I pressed my hand against it as I leaned back against the wall, stopping the blood flow. One look at Toshizo told me that his career advancements had taken a shot in the engine, or rather the forehead. He was sliding down the sealed door, a bloodstain around head height on the door and the hole in his head told me that he wouldn't be taking over any organisation anytime soon. After checking that he truly was dead, I returned to uncuff Miyoshi and check on him, the prognosis wasn't good. The bullet had gone through him and exited, which was bad enough, but the bullet had gone through his liver and made his blood a black colour. "I'll call a hospital, they can treat you there," I told him as I reached for my bag and took out my cell phone. "No, I'm too far gone, even if I did get there in time, they couldn't help me, we all have a time to pass on, and this is my time," he told me as I knelt at his side. "No, you don't have to, this cant be your time," I told him as my subtle conditioning was still part of me. "You have served me well for years Courtney, I had planned to have you by my side for many more years, but, it seems the great kami have other plans for us, I took your life and freedom from you, now I will give it back to you. Behind the Shimzu island seascape painting of Kenji island in my bedroom are two safes. One is opened by your thumbprint, the other Is opened by the combination 16,26,36, bring me the manila envelope inside it," he told me as I got up and nearly ran to his bedroom. Carefully moving the priceless painting onto the bed, I put in the combination on the safe with the dial and opened it up, sure enough, a thick manila envelope was in it. I brought it back to him and he told me to open it up. Inside were three US passports and visa's to China, Russia and most of the European countries in existence. "You should leave as soon as possible, upon my death, someone else will take over, and they will not understand your position, or what you are. They will surely kill you for knowing too much, go to the US, but via China, Russia, Europe, the UK. Don't go too fast through them, take your time, they will look for you, so do not attract too much attention, alter your appearance as much as possible, give incorrect information as often as possible. Find somewhere peaceful to live." "In the second safe, opened by your thumbprint, is enough cash in various currencies to get you to America, take as much as you need. Take what you want from your room as well, now go to it, and leave me your phone," as I gave it to him, he had me come closer and whispered several nonsense phrases in Japanese. Within seconds, I felt the conditioning fading away. I knew that I could now go and do whatever I wanted. Thanking him, I raced into his bedroom and pressed my thumb to the scanner of the second safe. Inside it was high and low denomination notes in the Euro, Pound Stirling, Japanese Yen, Chinese Yuan and US dollars. Leaving it open for just a minute, I returned with a travel bag I used and took out 50 thousand in US dollars, 50 thousand Euro, the same amount in Pounds Stirling, and 80 thousand in Japanese yen. I took out enough Chinese Yuan to last me for a while and closed the safe. It was enough to last me until I could get to the US. I returned to him just as he hung up from a call. "A cleaning crew will be here soon, to take away any bodies and sanatise the estate. I do not want my son to know that I was Yakuza. It will be thoroughly cleaned and washed of blood and fingerprints. One more thing, I have an account set up for you in a US bank, Chase Manhattan bank in New York, in it is money that I have put aside for just this day. I didn't expect it to be so soon, so it isn't as big as I had hoped, but it will be enough to live the rest of your life comfortably, now get packed and go, they will be here soon," he told me as he had me help him into his bedroom. When he was on his back on his own bed, I thanked him for this, then returned to my bedroom. I quickly packed several silk kimonos, including the one he had given me for saving his life. All the jewellery I had bought in my time here, several changes of clothes, corsets, lingerie, skirts, tops. I changed out of my blood stained shirt and pinafore dress into a leather skirt, shirt and leather jacket. Packing several pairs of heels as well, then walked through to the garage where my BMW Z4 was waiting. Getting into it, I started it up and drove it out and down the driveway, through the opening gate and down the road away from the estate. I didn't stop even when I saw my false driver walking back to Nara. I got particular satisfaction from making him dive onto the side of the road as I accelerated at him when he tried to flag me down. Sunlight streaming in through a window woke me up from my deep slumber. The first thing I felt was the bandage around my right upper arm. I had gotten it taken care of by a doctor in Osaka that specialised in people with bullet wounds or knife wounds that didn't want to go to a regular hospital. I didn't stop driving until I got to him, luckily for me my car got good miles to the gallon. 25 thousand yen later, I added an extra 10 thousand for his silence, I made my way to a new safe house set up in Kobe. Almost no one knew about it so I would be safe for at least a week. I didn't leave the safe house at all, it had enough food for weeks, mainly instant noodles, so it was like living on the dole. As much as I loved my car, it was a liability. It was customised to me and they would be looking for it. Every city has its questionable areas, like the Bronx. I just parked it in one such area and walked away, after I had taken out the weapons in there of course. Within a day, I' sure it was in several pieces being sold on the black market. 6 days after leaving Miyoshi's estate I had dyed my hair jet black and put brown contact lenses over my blue eyes. I left the safe house wearing a pair of velour trim stretch cargo pants, a foil print layer tshirt, leather jacket and a pair of 3in patent leather ankle boots. Underneath my tshirt was one of my favourite captivate corsets that kept my waist trim and my breasts supported by the satin cups. Over my shoulder was a black jacquard handbag with a thousand yen in cash in it, other feminine items, make up, what have you, and one of the passports in the name of Christina Anderson. My remaining clothes were in my travel bag, and in the hidden compartment under them were two pistols from my car and the cash I had taken from the safe. The compartment was made of a material that could deflect any scan, x ray, anything. Very lightweight and undetectable, it was used when I had to go with him to China and other countries and needed a weapon that wouldn't be taken from me. After buying a Kansai Rail Pass in Kobe, I took the train to Osaka and bought a one way plane ticket to Beijing. I went through customs without a problem. If anyone from the yakuza was looking for me, they would be looking for a blonde, not a dark haired woman dressed as I was. My travel bag was checked in, clearly neither the weapons and cash were found, or my other two passports, as I was let through to board my plane to China. Once there, I acted like any other western tourist, I went to Tianamen Square, the forbidden city, Chairman Mao's mousoleum, anywhere I wanted to. My command of Mandarin helped me get respect from the locals, as they didn't expect me to speak it. I walked around in short skirts and tops most of the time, acting like any other western backpacker out to see the world. I followed the news but very little Yakuza activities were ever reported anyway due to reluctance on the part of many. I did find out that Miyoshi's body was found in his car, apparently having lost control of it on a sharp bend, where it hit a tree and burst into flames, nicely erasing his Yakuza tattoos. From Beijing, I caught a train down to Xi'an, where the highlight was the Teracotta army, found over 20 years ago. I stayed in boarding houses, rented apartments, paying cash as much as possible. I hung out with other westerners and shared a lot with them. We had a lot of wild nights, a lot of it I cant remember, but my command of Mandarin got them out of a lot of trouble. My next stop was Chengdu, one of the biggest growing cities in China, where anything and everything is available, pay packets are up and spending is up as everyone tries to keep up with each other. The global image of Chinese being poor is rapidly vanishing and it was more true in Chengdu than anywhere else. I used my Chinese Yuan on new designer gear to replace those that I gave away or disgarded. What I didn't part with were my kimonos or lingerie, there's no way I was going to part with them. After spending a week there, I caught another train to Hong Kong and brought a plane ticket to Moscow. I disgarded the passport I had been using and took out my second one, this one in the name of Bethany Caruso. It was the name on every visa I needed to get through Europe and to the UK if I chose to. I spent a week in Moscow, I saw Red Square, went on a tour of the Kremlin, went through Sculpture park, the old KGB Headquarters. I had dyed my hair blonde again, then got it cut into a short bob. I found that it made me look completely different and cute. Not having hair blushing against the back of my neck was new. I spoke a bit of Russian and made new friends here, more backpackers of course. I stayed in hostels with them and made my way to Belarus, where I bought a Eurorail pass. It turned out to be one of the best things I ever bought, as it was true value for money and let me travel through Europe cheaply. One country followed another, Poland, the Chech republic, Austria, Germany. Germany lived up to his reputation as a good country. Among other things, I went to Checkpoint Charlie, the Brandenburg Gate, followed the course of the Berlin Wall, the Reichstag Parliament. it's a city that's moved on from its Nazi past, and whatever you do, don't mention the war. For some reason it's a sore point. I then moved down to Munich for Oktoberfest, a week of drinking, drinking and more drinking. Huge tents set up, people from all over the world come here. I made sure I moved around, I joined a group of Americans, then a group of Aussies, who welcomed me after I demonstrated that I knew as much about Australia as they did, like all the words to advance Australia fair, what a budgie smuggler was, and who said, "this is the recession that Australia had to have." Once we got past that, I kept up with the rest of them, helped by the fact that the beer isn't full strength, but is in fact watered down beer. As a woman I couldn't drink as much as I could before, a fact that I forgot after going on a ferris wheel with one of my new aussie friends and after trying to match him stein for stein, woke up next to him in his hotel room bed the next morning. A check of my panties reassured me that nothing untoward had happened, but after that, I stuck to my limit. I was almost sad when the week long party ended. I stuck with them because I was close to my home country when I was with them. Before we parted ways, they adopted me as an aussie and told me to look them up if I was ever in Australia. Reluctantly leaving Munich, I took a train through Austria to Italy. I spoke fluent French, and as it evolved next to Spanish and Italian, if you spoke one, you could speak them all. I left the train in Rome and quickly lost myself there. I had altered my appearance again, letting my hair grow out and dying it auburn. My destination was Tuscany, made famous by movies and reputation. I still had a lot of Euro's left. Taking a bus to Tuscany, I went to the nearest real estate office and asked about renting a villa for the month. I had ensured that I looked my best, wearing a white embroidered dress, lingerie and white wedge sandals. I was taken by one of the staff to see it. It was a beautiful 3 bedroom villa. Freshly cleaned, I was taken with it and told him that I would take it. "How much is it for the month?" I asked the agent as I reached into my black Jacquard handbag and took out my black leather purse. "Two thousand Euro's," he told me as he was subtly checking me out. I only smiled as I realised what he was doing, then handed him two 1,000 euro bundles. "Thank you madame, you also need to fill this out," he asked as he took out a form for me to fill out, a rental agreement. At that, I took out 600 euro's and gave that to him. "Or I could fill this out," he said to me, then looked over the form and made the 600 euros disappear. "Everything seems to be in order, just sign at the bottom. After signing it, I saw how my signiture was flowing and feminine, unlike the signiture I used to have. "Enjoy your stay," he told me as he handed me the key, then left. Making my way up to the bedroom, I dropped my bags and collapsed onto the bed. Smiling and sighing happily after travelling for so long, it would be good to stay at a place for longer than a week. I took my time unpacking and walked out to look out the window. I was in one of the most romantic spots in the world and walked out to savor the town of Tuscany. A bit closed in, but with that old world charm. My feet guided me to an open air market where I bought some various foods and wine. My excellent command of French made me many friends here. I had dinner in my villa and retired early, sleeping in my black foil print tinkerbell chemise over the soft sheets. Id have slept throughout the day as well, but I wanted to see the real Italy. I went out shopping that day and bought several more tops, skirts and other items for my month here. I felt truly free and feminine, a free spirit. I went out the next day to visit Florence, I'd never been there before so this was my chance. Wearing a rose print dress with a red sash around the waist, white satin lingerie and sling back wedges on my feet, I put a diamond necklace around my neck and matching earings through my ears. I left the villa with my long red tresses brushed and styled behind my back, a light coat of make up completed my look as I boarded the bus to Florence. I casually walked around and made sure I saw as much as I could. The Basilica Santa Croce, Giotto's Bell Tower, the Duomo and the Piazza della Signoria. They had the best icecream there. Everything was clean and beautiful. Understanding French fluently, I followed a lot of what people were saying and had quite a few potential suitors after me. I accepted lunch with one particular cute Italian man and flirted with him as I ate. After lunch I let him give me his own tour of Florence. We walked arm in arm, he towered over me as he showed me around his home. His name was Marco, named after someone famous, so he told me. After walking for what seemed like miles and probably were, we sat down for a cappachino in a caf?. I told him about myself, where I was staying for the month, whatever I could safely tell him. Subly flirting with him, I leaned closer and ran my foot along his leg as we relaxed finished our coffee's. when I told him I had to be at my bus, he insisted on escorting me there. I let him keep his arm through mine and walk me to where the bus would be picking me up. Before I boarded, I stood up on tiptoes and sensuously kissed him. My firm breasts pressed against his muscular chest and his arms wrapped around me, giving me a secure feeling that I liked. Giving him my address, I winked at him and boarded the bus. His eyes didn't leave me as the bus drove away, taking me back to Tuscany. I had dinner in one of the restaurants in Tuscany that night and walked home, hearing only the click of my heels and feeling the breeze against my bare legs. Over the next three days, I took in Pisa and Chianti, both beautiful places. I was a single, carefree woman out to see as much as she could. Two days later as I left my villa to do some more shopping, I found Marco standing in front of his car. "There you are," he said to me as he gave me the classic once over. I had to admit, I did look hot in the black halter neck knit dress and 3in strappy heels. Smiling as I walked up to him, I kissed him again, softly, then more passionately. His fingers ran over my shoulders and through my long hair as we kissed. Reluctantly pulling away, he opened the passenger side door of his Maserati 4200 cambio corsa coupe. Settling in the leather seat, I buckled up and crossed my long, silky smooth legs as I placed my handbag at my feet and idly fingered the diamond heart pendant hanging around my slender neck. "So where are you taking me?" I softly asked him as he drove through Tuscany. "it's a surprise," he told me as he drove for hours. As I saw a few road signs, I realised where he was taking me, Rome, where all roads once lead to. Parking the car, he first took me to the Trevi Fountain, I tossed in a coin and made a wish, as they do. He did the same and I wondered what he was wishing for, in his place, I knew what I would be wishing for. He then took me through the Collosseum, St Peters Cathedral, the Sistine Chapel, then to the Piazza Navona. I was being kept busy and excited every step of the way. He had to have grown up around here as he knew everything about the city. He kept his arm around my waist the whole time, part of me wanted to stay with him here, but that couldn't happen, I would only endanger his life if I did that, but I didn't need to tell him that yet. We walked through Rome the entire day, then he invited me to have dinner with his parents. I couldn't in good manners say no, so I accepted. Like most Italians, he had a big family and they were kept well fed. They talked with their hands a lot and insisted on feeding me, then feeding me again, as I looked too thin. After we finally finished dinner, when I couldn't eat any more, I joined the family in the main lounge room for drinks. I accepted a glass of wine and got to know Marco's family well. Talking in fluent French to them, we understood each other and shared secrets. They thought of their son and brother as a playboy, unable or afraid to settle down with a woman. As it got late, they offered me a bed in the spare room of their home. After eating and drinking as much as I did, after borrowing a silk chemise from Marco's sister, I collapsed onto the bed and passed out. The scent of breakfast woke me up from my deep sleep and drew me into the kitchen. With the matching silk robe over me and my hair tousled from sleeping, I must have looked very unglamorous. "Good morning," I said to them as I stood at the kitchen bench and gladly accepted a coffee from Marco's mother. "I knew you would sleep well last night, is Marco taking you home today?" she asked me as I helped her to prepare breakfast. "I don't know, coming here was sort of a surprise, I didn't bring any other clothes with me, just what I had on." I told her as I helped to serve breakfast. "Well, if he is, he should get going, after you have breakfast, you still look thin," she told me as I chuckled. Italians around the world are all the same. After finishing breakfast, I changed back into my freshly washed dress and thanked his family for taking me in last night. As his mother embraced me, she whispered into my ear. "He is a good boy, a bit.. Aimless, but still a good boy, he will do right by you," then let me go to Marco's parked car. As he drove off with me and we made it to the open roads, he turned to me. "Thank you for coming with me, I trust my family didn't, embarrass you too much or make you feel out of place?" he asked me as I braided my long red tresses behind me. ?No, not at all, your lucky to have a family like that, treasure them, I don't have one of my own, I'm sort of an orphan," I told him as he drove me back to Tuscany. "Im sorry to hear that Bethany, you have me, and my family, to fill that void', he told me as he parked the car opposite my villa and walked me up to the front door. As I unlocked the front door, he spun me around and passionately kissed me. Closing my eyes, I returned it as my body felt tingly all over. My heart pounded faster as well as we kissed. I didn't want that kiss to end, but he slowly pulled away from me and after giving me a courtiers bow, turned and drove away. Still trembling and whimpering, I rested against the doorframe. My heart was still pounding from his kiss, intense and full of emotion. I thought of him all of that day and the next day. A week later, I called him and invited him over for dinner. I hadn't cooked for anyone in a while, so I really wanted to impress him. I shopped in the market place for fresh vegetables and everything else that I needed. I told him to be over at 7.30pm and started early, I was making tender sun-dried tomato risotto base, and tender gold seasoned chicken breasts. The kitchen in the villa was well appointed with everything needed and I followed the instructions as perfectly as I could. As it got dark, I changed into a strapless berry leopard silk dress, high cut silk panties and 3in black sandals. Applying a light coat of make up on, I made my eye liner, eye shadow and lips stand out, then styled my hair and curled it. Spraying some perfume on my neck, wrists and cleavage. I stopped when I heard the knock on the door and walked out as calmly as I could. Checking my appearance in the hall mirror, I unlocked the door and opened it up to see Marco standing there. He was lost for words as he stared at me. He looked good in a pair of raw denim indego jeans and a white spot shirt. He was freshly shaved and had had a haircut. I could smell his aftershave on his cheeks as I took the offered bottle of wine and leant up to kiss him. "mmm, you clean up nicely, come, dinner is ready," I told him as I lead him into the kitchen where I had set up the table for two. Opening the wine, I poured two glasses as he took in the feast I had made. "I hope this is enough, I'm sure your used to eating more at home," I told him as I started on my dinner. "No, believe me, this is enough, its one reason why I moved out, I love food, but not to excess," he told me as we toasted with our wine glasses. I waited for him to gag or choke, but after a minute, I knew that he wouldn't die from my cooking, not tonight anyway. I had been a slow eater in my last life, but not in this one, he helped himself to seconds as I only smiled and continued on my own meal. it made me happy to cook for him and see him enjoy what I had made. When both of us had finished, He refilled our wine glasses and lead me to the lounge room couch. Sitting down next to me, he took in my beauty and dress, then leaned in closer to kiss me. My lips met his and our kiss became more and more passionate. His arms went behind me to unzip the back of my dress and tug it down, showing my firm breasts to him for the first time. He went down lower and kissed them as I moaned and shook in his arms. He held me still and tugged on my now swollen nipples, sending more shivers of pleasure through me. My fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt and parted it as he then helped me out of my dress and carried me upstairs. Laying me down on the bed, he took off his shirt and shoes, then slid up the bed to me and kissed down between my breasts, then down my trim belly. I moaned and gripped the bed sheets as he kissed over my silk panties, then tugged at the waistband. They were soon on the floor as he kissed and softly licked around my moistening pussy, sending shocks through me as he aroused me more and more. Moaning and crying out louder in pleasure, I watched as he unzipped his jeans and slipped out of them, then his silk boxers. His cock was already hard and erect, before I could say anything, he had taken out a condom and had me roll it over his head and down his shaft. It barely fitted over it, but as soon as it was on, he had kissed me again, then had me lay back. Rubbing it over my pussy to lubricate it, he slowly eased it past my outer lips and inside me. I arched my back and cried out louder as he slowly slid back and forth inside me, taking his time as the ribbed condom sent waves of extasy through me. I gripped it and thrust upwards with him as he kissed me and tugged on my swollen nipples. I soon wrapped my thighs around him and dug my heels into his back. As my arms went around him, he picked me up and carried me around the bedroom. Pinning me against a wall, he continued to thrust as I bit down on his shoulder. He gasped and held it in as our thrusts met. He was as good a lover as Miyoshi and made me wait for it, keeping me on the edge as our pants and moans filled the room. After what felt like hours, I finally orgasmed and bit down on his shoulder as he came deep inside me. His cock swelled up and pulsed as he came and came. His knees shook as he backed away to the bed and collapsed on it. We lay in each others arms until he had relaxed. I softly nibbled on his ear and kissed him as he recovered, then rolled onto his side and passed out. Not at all surprised by that, I took off his condom and put it in the bin next to the bed. Looking at his glistening cock, I felt naughty and moved down to lick his cum from his cock. I gently licked around and around it, cleaning it as he lay still and didn't stir. Laying down next to him, I soon fell asleep as well on the sheets. The scent of fresh scrambled eggs woke me up from my slumber. Marco was the first man I had slept with that wasn't Miyoshi. Hearing footsteps coming up into the bedroom, I lay on my side, one thigh forward as he walked in. my sexy smile was all I wore as he stopped and took in my petite, sensual body. "If only I could wake up like that every morning," he told me as he brought in the breakfast tray and placed it down next to me. On it was fresh toast, scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee. "I assumed that's what you liked and, those tattoos on you are..wow, where did you get them?" he asked me as I thanked him and sipped the coffee. "I spent some time in Japan a while ago and, it rubbed off on me, only a week but, I got them done so I wouldn't forget it," I told him as he ate with me. "This is good, your parents taught you to cook, just as well or you might starve on your own," I told him as he only smiled and looked out the window. "I realise I havn't settled down yet, I havn't found the right girl yet, but I think I could settle down with you. Yet, something tells me your running from something, I don't know what, but, you are. I know your not an orphan, it's ok, when you think I'm ready for the truth, you will tell me, won't you?" he asked me as I nodded my head to answer him. "Marrying you, getting close to you, would only put you and your family in danger, I cant tell you why. Last night was,, amazing, but I cant marry you, not yet anyway," I told him as he sipped his own coffee and went into the bathroom to have a shower. When I heard the water start up, I put on a silk robe and took the tray downstairs. When he came downstairs fully dressed. He walked into the kitchen and kissed the back of my neck. "I will never forget you Bethany Carson," he told me as I turned around. Unsure what else to leave him, I took a 100 Euro note from the pocket of my robe and kissed it. I had applied a coat of lipstick before I had gone downstairs so I left lipstick marks on the note. Surprised at first, he took the note from me and placed it in a safe place in his wallet. "I will keep this safe always and treasure it," he whispered to me, then kissed me and left the villa. I thought I would never see him again, but the very next day, he showed up and took me to Venice, we spent 3 days there, going on long gondola rides, walked through St Marks Square, made famous in Moonraker, even the spot where they used to hang thieves. Then it was off to Verona, home of Romeo and Juliet, so they say anyway. I felt so much like Juliet, loving my Romeo but knowing that we couldn't be together. On our arrival in Milan, I went shopping for some new designer gear and modelled it for Marco. He liked my choices, he would have liked whatever I bought. I had changed some of my pounds stirling into euros and insisted on buying him a quality suit. Any man can look good in a suit. After a few ignored no's, he accepted that no wasn't an answer. I sat and had a cappachino brought to me by one of the staff as I waited for him to be measured and fitted. When he stepped out in his Armani suit, the pants, shirt, vest, jacket, tie and dress shoes, I smiled and slowly walked up to him. "Now that, is a very good suit," I told him as I ran my fingers over his shoulders and down the vest. "I have to admit, I look respectable," he said as I went up on tiptoes and softly kissed him. Not caring who saw us, I maintained our kiss, then broke it and turned to the waiting staff, "He'll take it, will this be enough?" I asked them as I took 6000 euros from my handbag and gave it to them. "Yes, more than enough signora," the lead one said as he turned to register it and get change. "Don't bother with change, keep it, my thanks to you for making him look respectable," I told them, then took his hand and lead him out of the store. "I know you probably have other suits, but, when you wear this one, you'll think of me," I told him as I turned to face him and ran my fingers along the edge of his jacket. Kissing him again, I walked down the busy street with him, my arm through his and my head resting against his arm. The end of the month came sooner than I wanted it to, I had said my final goodbye to Marco the night before, I cleaned the villa and packed my things into my bags. I would miss Italy, it was a country that was cultured and flashy at the same time, steeped in history. I handed my keys back to the real estate agent and used my new Eurorail pass to travel to France. End of part 4, I hope you liked it, part 5 will follow soon. I hope I got the details right in Tuscany and italy in general.