"Ooh," Leanne cooed while handling Hank's fresh-washed boxer briefs in her lair. "I believe these bad boys are yours."

Hank reached for his clothes but she kept them from him. Relishing the moment, she examined his underpants for wear and tear, and read the label on the waistband. Then, clutching them to her chest, she riveted him with her electric blue eyes.

"Hank, I am begging. I let you have your way with me, when you had me on the table."

"We didn't do anything."

She continued negotiating. "We had a lot of fun, and I saw you having fun just now with Anna in my living room. Last night Rio had you all to herself while I slept alone. It's my turn now to have my way for a couple seconds." She became demanding. "Let me dress you."

His posture was non-compliant, so she used her little girl voice. "Please?" she asked very politely, using pouty lips and big sad eyes.

Hank staggered, ready to sob. "I can't take it. All you pretty women. Everybody wants me."

"Oh dear. Please forgive me. I'm sorry, and you're right. I have… I've been terrible."

He placed an understanding hand on her shoulder, to show compassion and to keep her at a distance. "You've not been terrible. It's a little my fault too. I mean, I've been… somehow… doing this."

Leanne disagreed, speaking in motherly tones. "No. It's not your fault. It's fun with you, being tart and all. You take it so well and…" She paused to examine his flawless face. "My God. You've got those eyes!"

"You have to understand," Hank said. "This is new to me. I mean, you and Rio and Anna… my gosh. I couldn't lay out three more beautiful women if I tried."

Leanne swayed, still clutching his briefs. "You said lay," she smirked.

"Leanne!"

She stepped away and turned to the side in an attempt to improve her behavior. "Okay! Okay! I'm sorry!"

"That's not what I want. Just stop."

She faced him with force. "Stop what? Apologizing?"

"Yeah."

"Well what then?"

Hank approached with caution, carefully forming words. "Rio is so crazy, and I mean that with respect. She's adorable and wild, and oh! She has a temper." Leanne nodded to agree. "And Anna… I've been in love with her for years. But I've been chicken shit the entire time, too afraid even to speak to her."

"Why?"

He practically tore at his hair. "Because I'm a wuss! I'm stupid! I don't know why, exactly."

Leanne looked confused. "I saw her… you know." She gestured at his pride. "Between your legs and all."

"I know! I don't know how that happened! Suddenly, I'm like…" He failed at finding words.

"Every woman's dream?" she offered gently.

"Yeah. I don't know why that is. And right now, Leanne I will tell—it is freaking me out."

"Look, Hank. Okay? Look at me. Every guy and every gal, every person becomes desirable at some point in their life. Yeah, some people can go on for years, and some seem sexy all the time, but everybody gets their chance."

She pressed his underpants again to her chest. "Now must be your time. Luck and faith and your good looks have all come together, making your time to be hot right now."

"You think so? Really?"

Leanne's body launched the scent of steel soaked myrrh at Hank, as her sexuality roared to be released. "I'll no longer come on to you like I have been doing. We've just been playing around, you know, but I'll stop hunting you."

He gave her a bow. "Thanks, Leanne. Thanks a lot. You really are the best."

She attacked uncontrollably, using just her eyes. "But it's been fun, though, right? With me? We were having fun?"

"You're a lot of fun. But you have to stop."

"Okay."

"Like, I know Rio pretty well, having been with her all week."

"I know."

"And even though I've always been too chicken to talk to Anna, I've known her a long time."

Leanne cast her eyes to the floor, feeling shame. "Yes. I see. We just met and I've been unkind."

He kissed the ocean of her hair, and rubbed her powerful arms. "No! No! You're fine. It's just… I can't handle it." He moved to kiss her hair again, but she raised her head to make his lips fall on her forehead. "I mean, you're strong like Rio, and big, like Anna." He kissed her forehead again and again, before planting a peck on her lips. "You're so young and yet you're all grown up, and very beautiful. If I asked God to put together the perfect woman for me, my gosh, she'd look like you."

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In a rare moment, Leanne found herself at a loss for words. Her face glowed like candlelight.

"Will you be my friend?" Hank asked. "And help me? You know…" He gestured at the door of her bedroom, referring to Rio and Anna. "With this?"

She looked at the boxer briefs in her possession. "With what? These?"

Hank had to laugh, for Leanne was adorable. "With being a man around women," he said.

"I will. Now let me dress you before I undress myself."

"Leanne…"

"I'm being honest, my dear. I could freak out too, just like you are doing."

He steadied himself with a hand on her shoulder as she bent low to tend to him, one leg at a time. She paused to ogle at eye level what seven women wanted.

"Hank-sama, if you please." She spoke to his meat. "I'd like to take this special moment to express my admiration."

"You're a big girl. You can take it."

"You should put some ice on that. It's…" She gulped, searching for words. "… got to go down."

"Ice water doesn't work. I take cold showers all the time."

Leanne paused, looking up from her labor, his hardened penis between her eyes. "You do?"

"Yeah. I like them a lot."

After tucking his package into its place, she snapped him with the elastc waistband and left to retrieve his socks.

"Aw goddamn it, Hottie," she said. "I like cold showers, too."

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Rio burst into the room seconds after Leanne had finished dressing Hank. Steaming mad and scared to death, she flicked on all the lights before approaching Hank with menace, as if to wrench his balls. Instead she whacked him on the chest with the back of her hand, staring up into his long lashes and wild animal hair.

"Ow," he said. "What the heck?"

"Get rid of her," she snarled. "Make her leave and find where she goes."

"Uh… how can I get rid of her and also follow her?"

"Goddamn you, damn Hank-sama. You will find a way." He tried to speak, but she wouldn't allow it. "I want to know everything about her, and I want her gone."

Leanne stepped in to soothe her crazed girlfriend, but Rio practically ripped out her throat. "That woman is dangerous," Rio said, running her words together. "She's calculating, she's no damn good, she's bad and has to go."

With Rio now facing Leanne, Hank dared being brave. "She brought me my stuff. What about that?"

"That was Aika's doing. She did one thing worth her wretched life, which is to bring your things. Now get rid of her."

"She is my case worker. I kind of need her."

Rio charged at Hank, knowing full well of his amorous feelings towards the intruder in her home. She threatened to place her hands on his temples to plant wicked dreams in his head, like she had done to him before in Milton's conference room.

"I'll show you half of what I fear from her and make you shit your pants. Now get out there and get rid of her."

Leanne stepped in to rescue Hank. "I'm the one who let her in. I will show her out."

Rio tried to stop Leanne by getting in the way, but with the obvious difference in their size there was little she could do. Leanne gracefully entered the living area where Anna stood, waiting politely.

"I am very sorry," Leanne said, "but as you may see, we are busy." She gestured towards the dining table with her head bowed in respect. "I have work to do, and Rio has to… ahm, wash the dog. It got rained on last night."

Anna smiled beautifully, making Leanne blink at the sight. "That's her otoko dog?" she asked. "I'm right?"

Leanne had to blink again to get her mouth to work. "Yes. I believe it is."

Anna continued smiling. "He's trusting the right person. Her otoko, that is. And with the dog, I mean."

Leanne had to blink again. "Yes," was all she said.

"Now my otoko is entrusting my dog… I mean my client, Hank, to her as well."

Leanne somehow lost the capacity to speak. Anna struck a pose, like she was thinking hard.

"I recall another… ah, 'client' Aika entrusted to someone in this home." Anna nodded her head as she spoke, as if to confirm the fact. "Yes. I do. You know my otoko? Aika-sensai? Hai?"

Leanne nodded in sync with Anna, almost hypnotized. "I do." Leanne said. She shook her head to make it work. "I mean, I've met her once or twice, but many years ago."

Anna disagreed, pleasantly and sweet. "No, no. Not so long. Only two years at most."

Rio stared at Anna from the doorway of Leanne's bedroom. "Maybe three years, soon," Anna said to her.

Rio moved towards Anna fast. Although Anna didn't flinch, her eyes grew wide as she caught her breath. Rio breezed past her and picked up her purse, which still lay on the floor near the door. She offered it to Anna, smiling like a piranha.

"Let me send you on your way," Rio said, feigning sweetness in her voice. She gestured towards the stool by the door, where Anna earlier had helped her remove her shoes.

In the awkward moment of silence that followed, Anna turned toward Leanne, who kept her head bowed low. She then turned to Hank, who also watched from Leanne's room. He kept himself from speaking by biting his lower lip.

Anna broke the tension using a bright voice. "Yes! I do have other clients. So if you want to think about it, then please do, Rio-chan." She spoke truthfully as Rio helped her put on her shoes. "l'll admit I had my reservations about agreeing to this living arrangement. But I trust Aika's judgment, and I know my Hank will blossom as a Genius under your command."

"God have mercy, I hope so," Rio said to herself, accidentally speaking loud enough for everyone to hear.

As Rio performed her task, Anna's phone rang in her purse. "Moshi moshi," she said, answering. Her face soon showed concern. "Do you know what happened?" she then asked her caller.

Anna's expression went from concern to mortification. Her mochigashi complexion turned a ghostly white. "I see," she said, nearly gasping. With her finger over the receiver, she spoke across the room to Hank.

"Something terrible happened. I have nowhere to go."