Fumie Hosokawa

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her diminutive teacher-cum-lover. Fumie Hosokawa hurried. Connie was examining the vibrators under the glass of the counter "Don't leave me alone like that!" Kim hissed. "Sorry -- look at that one!" Connie tapped the glass with one perfectly manicured finger. Kim stared. It looked like a standard kit -- a hand-held vibrator with various attachments. But when Fumie Hosokawa looked closer, she realized two of the attachments were not the usual. One looked like a miniature feather duster, with about two inches of fragile-looking fronds protruding. The other unusual attachment was an inch-thick, two inch-long bit of stiff, pink rubber that curved sharply up at the business end and was capped by knob that look about an "Can I show you anything?" The young woman was a punker, dressed completely in black and with the de rigeur spiked hair. Fumie Hosokawa also had an un-punk face that was lovely, large gray eyes and the loveliest complexion either of the women had Connie noted a ripe young body within the black sweater and pants. "This one," Fumie Hosokawa said, tapping the glass. As the clerk took it out, Connie added, "I'd like to hear it. I hate the sound these things make." The clerk stood and put the display box on the glass. "I know," Fumie Hosokawa ...(cont.)

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