I blocked the curious hands of Mr. Treasure by covering my breast with my both arms while letting him continue to stroke my back. I regularly receive remedial massages for my stiff back that it was easy to switch off my senses of that area.
I made sure that my back was facing him so that he could not kiss my lips. That would have grossed me out. He was kissing my neck from above my hair, but the hair are essentially dead cells that again I felt nothing. It was time to activate my precautionary insurance.
Mr. Treasure whispered that 'I like you' as if that would have justified his unwanted advancement without my consent. But I felt the danger had passed that I almost laughed at his next question. 'Did you not ever date a white man? This reflected his low opinion on Asian women and my thoughts were on those Japanese women who had encountered him in the past. No doubt, they endured his ego with bitterness.
To be continued.