This was the system and it worked. I would read an English newspaper, always careful to select an upmarket café near to a bookstore. In fact I had a circuit. Making eye contact was simple. The trick was to be selective. No point wasting the afternoon on an English conversation lesson. You see at some point I realised as horny as I am, the Japanese woman wants it more. Japan is a very singular place and sitting alone in a café does mean something. It means I want something more, that I don't get from girlfriends, the husband and part time work. At first I thought it was solitude and indeed that is part of it. A smile across the room from a tall Caucasian man with blue eyes obviously pretending to read a big newspaper, well that is a wide open invitation to something more and a little bit interesting.
I would read the room and take my position. It was like putting out signals to the universe and waiting for the connection. I would never sit next to a target but always across the room. I got bolder with experience. Once the eye contact was made I would make silly playful gestures and if that elicited a response, I got right up, and crossed the room to make my introduction. Then I left. Of course I would ask her name etc. and write down a telephone number. Email texts would lead to a hook up and on to a fuck.
But that wasn't good enough for a guy like me. Now that I was a proper teacher of mature proportions, I had a schedule and needed more certainty. I blame it on Matthew who gave me the pills. I wont go into the detail but they lost their inhibitions. I ground the pills to a powder and stored them in a quick and easy dispenser. Once mixed with alcohol she would readily do what she really wanted. Simple. But I didn't come here to talk about that. I'm talking about Ritsuko and more specifically her daughter.
Ritsuko was very specific about meeting here. Yes the bar where we are sitting. As you can see it's very cosy and while very faux old England it works because it is worn and busy. Why here? Well as it turns out her deceased husband used to own it. She is 38.
Imagine she is sitting across from me where you are. She has long slightly coloured brunette framing an almond shaped face. She wears a tight turtleneck in red and this fabric envelopes her full breasts. Those breasts rest solidly on the table. And she drinks, and has drunk much already so there was no difficulty getting the horny powder down her throat. Her eyes are mischievous and they sparkle. She grins like a schoolgirl and covers her mouth as she does so with small dainty hands. Already she playfully caresses her calves against my thigh. The heels lay abandoned under the booth table.
It's going very well, but then to cause interruption she raises herself upright to waive to a slightly younger less refined version of her self, who has entered the bar.
"Sachi you came, over here," She yells across the room. And now facing you, she says, "I Introduce Roberto." Of course all of this is spoken in Japanese. The staccato in the dialogue is such because I don't understand half the words spoken and as such Japanese life is a constant staccato of weirdness. Snap back to the situation at hand.
"You invited a friend," I enquire, while doing a poor job of not looking annoyed.
"No silly, my daughter. You might be a bad man so I ask Sachi to meet you first before I am naughty". This is totally not to script and by the way she is talking, I start to doubt the dosage on these magic powders because she seems right ready to go.
"How old is she?" I ask.
She hits my shoulder. "Roberto is bad! 18 years old...therefore old enough. But I'm prettier don't you think?" And then she does a cute thing with her cheeks like a hello kitty doll, and her head leans in to me before regaining balance.
Sachi arrives at the table and sits next to Mummy.
"Hi Sachi. I am Roberto".
"Nice to meet you, I am Sachi".
"How old are you?" I ask, and casually because its normal to ask.
To which Ritsuko interrupts, "I told you, old enough". And this was quite loud.
Sachi might not know English as well as her mother does because she all too quickly responds to agree that yes she is 18 and that her birthday was yesterday. Yes, yesterday.
"Then we need birthday drinks for the birthday girl" I announce, rising heroically to the bar.
By the way it is legal to fuck at 18 in Osaka but not to drink in a bar. This makes things a bit awkward. My solution without any hesitation is to mix on the sly some of the horny powder into Sachi's elegant non-alcohol bitters and lime. Following the tender encouragement of Mummy, Sachi swallows it down quickly, and we leave.
"Up here." Ritsuko exclaims as if frustrated.
"But we just came down there," I reply.
