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Kamiko was a girl without any family or friends to speak of. She had silky long black hair tied into a long elegant ponytail and had a slightly muscular yet busty build. She was taken into custody at birth by a rice farmer and raised as one of his own children. His name was Yoshiyuki. He was a kind man who was never married, but he always took in orphans not only to have them work on the fields and help him, but just to feel the joy of raising young people into great adults. He had at least seven young girls working for him, ranging from the ages of 11 to 22. Kamiko was the oldest one.

The Boeing 767 taxied out onto the ramp and began to lumber its way to the runway for take-off. Jayne Madigan stretched out in the seat of the first class section of TransAtlantic Airlines flight 7620 from Heathrow to JFK. This was much better than the economy seating she had had on the flight from Munich to London. On that previous flight she had almost been unable to sandwich herself between the seats. As the aircraft increased speed towards its lift off, she thought back over the events of the past two weeks.

Charles looked at his watch. It was almost midnight. The last customer came by shortly after dinner. That's what I get for working late shift at a fill up station, he thought. He picked up a magazine and started reading. Halfway through the first article the bell rang, signifying a customer. He looked up. Stepping out of a beat up chevy was probably the tallest woman he had ever seen, taller even then him. She had flowing blonde hair that came down to her petite waist, and her short mini-skirt revealed almost all of her shapely legs.

Part III: Discovered

Julia's secret is no longer a secret, but do the prying eyes belong to an ally or an enemy?