While the world slept, Hank only dozed. Cuddling with Rio was nice, but she snored and sometimes mumbled, in a cute little girl sort of way. So in the early morning darkness, Anna awoke and found him sitting at the dining table alone. She slid into the chair on his right and watched him poke through Leanne's piles of papers and other what-nots.
Anna picked up a stapler and played with it. "You're not sleeping either?" she asked.
Hank shrugged. "I don't need much sleep."
"I do. I'm gonna be worth crap in the morning."
Anna stretched and yawned, gaining Hank's full attention. She wore a powder blue baby doll sleeper she'd borrowed from Leanne. Her chest filled out the top well enough, but her hips were nowhere near as ample as Leanne's. The drawstring on the waistband of the ruffled pantaloons was cinched up tight, to keep them from falling off.
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She embellished her stretching until Hank became entranced. "Why are we here?" she asked into his almond butter eyes, her arms still in the air.
"Uh…" was all he could utter.
"Why am I with Leanne, and why are you with her?"
"Uh…"
Anna lowered her arms and crossed them on the table, resting her breasts in their nook. Her melons remained hidden thanks to her top's high collar. When Hank's gaze fell from her breasts to the tabletop, she shook her head forlornly.
"What am I to do with you?" she asked as if thinking out loud.
"Well, you are my counselor. Right?"
With allure, Anna rose to her feet. She stood slightly behind Hank and off to his right, rolling her shoulders dramatically, as if testing the strength of the sleeper's stitches. When he finally looked up at her, she pressed her hands between her knees and bent low to get in his face.
"Come on," she said with wicked kindness. "Don't do this to me."
"Do what?"
"I'm your counselor, sure, but that's not who I am. I mean, am I really?" She made a pouty face as Hank labored with breathing normal. "I haven't been trained well enough to care for my very own Genius. Not yet anyway. I'm only here because Aika told Fuji to give me to you."
Anna plopped her butt back in her chair. "Fuji," she said in misery. "God, I hope she's okay."
Hank touched Anna's hand, playing with her fingers until her sadness passed. "So why are we here?" she asked again, now in a serious manner. "I mean, Aika is super smart and I know she knows what she's doing, but how did she know I'd end up in this…" She plucked at the hems of her sleeper, "…with you wearing the same girl's robe?"
Hank blinked and moved his lips, but had no idea how to explain the things he'd seen and heard. His life was a whirlwind, each day more surreal than the last. The things he'd witnessed when everything started—a crazy cartoon dog and a magical vending machine—seemed normal to him now.
As if on cue, the now normal looking Bumbles approached to lay on his feet. Anna bent low to reach under the table and scratch the dog on its head.
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"What are we gonna do with you?" she asked the dog in a baby girl voice.
"Let's take him for a walk."
Anna rose too quickly, almost bumping her head on the underside of the table. "What? Now?" She looked confused. "It's cold. I'll freeze to death."
Hank grinned. "You can wear my robe."
"What do you have on underneath?"
Hank's grin became cheesy. "Nothing."
Anna narrowed her eyes.
"I mean, we could get dressed," he offered next.
"I don't know." She played with her frills and ribbons. "I kinda like what I'm wearing."
Before Hank could speak again, Anna sat on his lap and faced him, straddling him with ease. She forced him to straighten his lousy posture so she could fit her long legs and strong body between his chest and the table. Summery baby soft cotton pressed against the erection growing beneath his robe. She reached down towards her shins to press her labia to it more fully.
The move put her chin against his chest, and she looked up into his eyes. "Do you like what I'm wearing?" she asked, petting the dog to keep it quiet. "Do you like where I am?"
Hank had to remember to breathe. "I like everything you do."
Now certain that Bumbles would stay silent, Anna fully unfurled. She didn't stop straightening her body until she was leaning far back on the table. Hank grabbed her by the waist to help her straighten out further. She carefully rested her weight on her elbows, keeping his face in her sight. He cleared out the clutter from under her body, but before he could climb on the table and mount her, she gripped the table's edge and thrust her hips up at his face by placing her feet on either side of the chair where he sat.
The meaty scent of her morning dew found its way into his nose. He inhaled all that she offered as she wrapped her legs around his neck.
"I can see inside you," she said to the ceiling before resting her ass back on the table, forcing him to bend hard at the waist. "I know everything you're thinking."
With his face in her crotch, he was ready to tell all. About Rio and Milton being Others. About crazy cosplayers and force-fed dreams, with wild wind and monster teeth.
Anna stopped him before he could start. "Let me talk," she demanded.
She relaxed and closed her eyes, putting her hands palm down under her butt to better position Hank's chin on her pubic mound. "Let's start with Sue Marie. She jumps up and lands in your arms. You catch her body with ease, and lower it to the chabudai before I can pull you off."
Hank's vision swam as Anna's Reality took over.
"You're too strong for me to stop, so I watch instead." Anna raised her head to better see Hank's face. "You know," she added with a smile. "To make sure nothing dirty happens."
Words formed that Hank knew must be his. "You're always so good to me."
Anna analyzed her man. "I scold Sue Marie in Japanese, but all that happens is Fuji laughs."
"Fuji's with us, too?"
"Mm-hmm. And I talk to you in English. Harsh. 'If you don't straighten up,' I say, 'you'll get too hard to stand.'"
"I'm liking this idea."
"Good. Fuji and Sue Marie want to be near you, but I chase them away by doing this."
She gripped the edge of the table again and plunged back into Hank's lap, mercifully causing no pain. She ground the soft cotton of her pantaloons against his exposed hardened meat.
"Mmm. I begin massaging you." She moaned while demonstrating, writhing in ecstasy as she rubbed. "I do your neck, your head, your ears. My body rises as I rub down your back…"
Hank spoke to the breasts Anna pressed to his nose as she ran her fingers under his robe and down to his butt, exposing his shoulder blades. "I love it," he said. "I love everything."
He took his turn at being in control, pulling her face onto his to kiss it with fury. He explored her body with both his hands, as she held his head tight with hers. The baby doll sleeper top was too snug to allow easy access, but the pantaloons were another matter. He dove into them full force, cupping her big butt cheeks. He explored the edges of her vagina from below, warm and wet and swollen.
"I'm going to get off you now," she said into his mouth.
Slowly they unwound, until she again stood at his right hand. "Please come with me," he begged.
Anna busied herself with adjusting the lay of her clothes. "Sumimasen?" she asked with distraction. "What?"
"Walk Bumbles with me outside. I want to show you something."
"Oh! And that reminds me!"
Anna gave Hank a love swat on the shoulder before bounding back into Leanne's room. She returned with the shopping bag from the bazaar wearing a smile as big as the moon.
"I have something for you!"
Hank thought about the awful shirts she'd been laughing at while shopping with Leanne, but what came out of the bag was beautiful—a light brown cashmere pullover, thick and warm and sculpted. Anna held it to his chest while dancing on her toes.
"Let me put it on you," she demanded.
Hank kept his robe shut. "Ahm… I'm naked in here."
"Yeah. Well, I kinda noticed. Dakara? So?"
"Ah…"
Her eyes flitted toward Rio's room. "I bet she's seen you naked. Ka ne? Na?"
"Ah… maybe. I mean, yes."
With a huff, Anna threw the sweater at Hank and stormed off. "Get dressed, Stud, and meet me by your car. I'm gonna park there so I don't get a ticket."