Chapter 3 - A night in Sawako's mind

Sawako hopped off the bus and walked up the long drive to her family’s place. Dinner with her friends was fun, but fairly uneventful. The lights were on inside, and she could hear music playing, which meant her father must have finished up his work already. Heading up the steps she kicked off her shoes and called out to him, “Hey Daddy, I’m home! Sounds like a party, what are you getting up to in here?” 

Sawako’s father was in the midst of an emotional Enka ballad on a cheap home karaoke machine plugged into the little TV they had in the living room. “Oh! Hey baby, welcome back! I was just singing a song, and having a drink with your momma. I got great news today, I found a buyer over in Sapporo who offered me a really great rate for the calves! We’re gonna be practically rollin’ in dough! I figured since we can splurge a bit I’d order take out.” Sawa saw her mother’s photograph had been removed from it’s spot on the memorial altar in the living room, and was sitting on the kitchen counter in view of the TV beside where her Father. The take out was local pizza, and a six pack. She took a moment to greet her mother’s picture with a kiss on the forehead, then grabbed a slice before settling down on the sofa beside her father. 

It wasn’t every day that they could afford to do something like this. The truth was her family wasn’t in a good place financially, and they hadn’t been for a very long time. One of the drawbacks of rural life in that part of the world, perhaps the biggest, was that good work was scarce, and farm work just didn’t pay like it used to. People lacked security. One small upset could upend someone’s entire life, and the Hanazawa family had been through quite a few of those. They were lucky to still have their farm at all. Most people of her generation left town to try their luck in one of the big cities. Many older residents depended on the remittance their children sent back. Her father said that it was the opposite of how he had it growing up, and he felt quite guilty about that. He was always working hard to make sure she didn’t have to go without school supplies, new clothes, or food, but even when he was doing his best it still wasn’t always enough to make ends meet. Hence she needed to have a part time job.

She sat on the sofa with her father and listened to him sing a couple more songs, clapping along with the beat as he sang, and even joined in for a few she knew as well. Not long after dark she excused herself to clean up the kitchen while her dad continued enjoying himself. By the time she finished her father, who was very much a lightweight drinker, had finished three whole beers, and passed out on the sofa holding his late wife’s picture to his chest wistfully. She draped a blanket over them, and smiled before heading out to take a stroll around the farm. 

She sometimes walked at night, particularly whenever she was feeling nostalgic, or just when she had a lot on her mind, like that evening. Rounding the bend she passed the paddock where the dairy cows were. They slept out in the field, or took shelter in an open air pen during summer. Only in winter, when it got snowy did they go back into the barn. They had an old fashioned set up with only 8 cows. 7 heifers which her father milked by hand, washed, and brushed every day, and one old Bull named Olé. All the cows were snoozing when she walked by the field, but to her surprise the old bull looked up as she walked over. 

It snorted when it saw Sawako and slowly approached the fence. She knew to be careful around him. All bulls could be aggressive, but that was particularly true among dairy breeds, as their natural aggression wasn’t bred out of them like in beef cattle, but she and her dad had Olé since he was small though so they were on good terms. It snorted curiously when it finally got near her. They didn’t have the heart to remove his horns, so he still looked like the kind of creature that gives matadors nightmares. He was muscular, lean, thanks to his healthy grass fed diet, and had a unique reddish hide characteristic of his breed. All the cattle on the farm were raised organically, using mostly low tech methods. This was in part because it was more humane, and so they could be sold as artisanal high quality pedigree livestock, and because they could no longer afford to maintain a traditional modern dairy setup. There just isn’t that much money in milk. She looked around for a second and found a long shrub on the side of the walkway then holding out her hand carefully fed it to the big guy. It gladly chomped on it, and huffed as it chewed. “Good work stud. Thanks for keeping a roof over our heads.” Sawako said half jokingly.

“Mmfff-” The bull again snorted, as if to say it was “No problemo.” As a kid she liked to imagine he could secretly speak spanish. She gave him a wink, and a smile, then let him be, needing to continue her walk. 

Past the winter barn the path was less maintained. Trees had sprang up on either side of it, and their branches made the path narrow, and dark. Nevertheless she continued because she knew the way well. Turning on the light on her phone she walked until she found the burned out, and overgrown remains of the old family home. Years had passed since the fire, and in truth there wasn’t much left. The roof, and second floor, had caved in, leaving only a few walls left standing. Now all three were covered over with fines. One wooden beam and the front door however were still intact, though the hinges had warped from the heat, and now the door couldn’t shut. Perpetually open one could only see the darkness looking through to the other side. She tried the handle, though the rusted knob didn’t budge. Next she went to push it shut, but the compounding factors rendered it totally unmovable. When she was younger she’d sometimes imagined shutting that door and  dreamed that when she opened it again she’d find her old life waiting for her on the other side. It took a long time for her to accept that it would never happen. Nevertheless she still felt a strong desire to visit it sometimes, but for different reasons now. 

She placed her hand on the charred beam, and spoke to the ruin. “House-san...” Sawa often spoke to animals, and even some objects like they were people. It felt natural to personify things that were important to her. Doing so gave them a life of their own in a way, even if they couldn’t speak, or weren’t living anymore. “I’m gonna build you up again.” The wind blew through the trees making the leaves rustle. The timber on the house creaked. It felt like it was listening to her. “Yep. You can count on it. I don’t know when- but I will. Maybe Daddy’s cattle breeding thing will go well. Maybe I’ll become a vet like Kiyoko-san. Maybe I’ll win the lottery. I don’t know how it’ll play out- but you can bet your old burnt bones it’s gonna happen. You’ll be a home again- but even bigger and nicer than you ever were.” There was no wind but she could hear the wood creaking just a little for her. “Good chat House-San. I’ll see you again soon.” She promised before heading back toward her and her father’s place. 

On the way back to the new house she, for no particular reason, decided to visit the winter barn as well. All the stalls were empty and there was relatively fresh dry hay on the floor. It was the only time of year the barn didn’t smell god awful. Heaped over to one side was a huge pile of old equipment. She approached it and stooped down beside it. At one point it was valuable, but it was useless now. The first thing she found was a damaged milker. The ends were covered in long suction cups that fit snugly around the nipple of a cow’s udder. The system then used pressure to squeeze syphon out the milk. Though it was efficient she was glad her dad had decided to stop using it. Working it properly took a good bit of skill. If you weren’t careful, and if you didn’t lubricate the cups you could seriously hurt the cow. Likewise if they became too stressed they’d stop producing milk. At the same time there were some breeds of cow that produced so much milk that if they weren’t milked every day they’d actually start getting internal problems. The world of industrial agriculture seemed profoundly strange sometimes. Absent-mindedly she raised the glass suction cup to her own nipple and imagined what it must have felt like to be rigged up to such a thing. Even through the fabric of her shirt the cool rubber tip of the cup gave her chills, making her nipple feel all the more sensitive. Putting it down she rummaged around through the tools to see what else was there. There was a lot of broken junk she didn’t recognize but one thing stood out. She recalled seeing her father unbox it a long time ago, though she only learned later after taking animal medicine classes at her school, what the thing was for. The object looked like a smooth tipped baton, vaguely phallic in its shape,  with a long thin handle that tapered abruptly until it reached a cord with a battery pack attached to it. It took her a moment to recall it’s exact name, but when it came to her she said it out loud, “Electro-Ejaculator.” It had been bought with a number of other items by her father when he initially got into breeding cattle. He never got around to using it because in order to collect bull semen to be sold for artificial insemination you also need a system that can preserve it in liquid nitrogen, which their family definitely couldn’t afford. Furthermore Olé wasn’t some docile beef pull. On the contrary he was all too eager to breed the heifers the old fashion way without needing such invasive prompting. Likewise she doubted her father, who was squeamish for someone who spent their whole life around agriculture, had any desire to try and shove it up the old bull’s ass. Chuckling to herself about the discovery she put it back down and wandered back home to call it an evening. 

When she returned to her room she stood in front of the full length mirror on her door and paused to look at her reflection. Her personal aesthetic wasn’t full on cottage core but any young person who saw her would have immediately understood where she took her inspiration.  Examining her clothes, a long sleeve button up, a knee length gown with long socks, and a beret, she wondered how others felt when they looked at her. What type of person did they see? She recalled that often people regarded her very differently based on their experience with her. Oftentimes people couldn’t see past the idiosyncrasies. The truth was she really didn’t have many close friends, but she hoped if her hang out sesh with Kiyoko went well she might be able to add one more name to that short list. 

Unbuttoning her blouse she peeled it off her and tossed it in her hamper. Staring once more at her reflection she scrutinized her thin arms, and pale skin. Her collar bone was  pronounced, and her torso was so skinny you could see her ribs. All that she liked, and hoped others would as well, though she did wish her tits were bigger. The hormones had made them more sensitive, which was kind of cool, though they did nothing for their volume. The little bit of fat she did have was more concentrated on her buns since her transition, which she liked as well, there was still a pretty big gap between her thighs. Ditching her skirt she posed in the mirror in nothing but a camisole and her underwear. She tried striking a few sexy poses, and flipped her shoulder length hair backwards like a model. 

“Would she go for this?” She asked herself anxiously. Slowly she ran her fingers down her body before letting them come to rest, feeling the small bulge in the front of her panties. “Or this…” She whispered, with even greater tension. She was pretty sure Kiyoko was a lesbian, but she didn’t think that’d be an issue, though if that was the case Sawa was afraid she wouldn’t be woman enough for Kiyo. With her eyes closed she thought back to the complement she’d received. 

“You’re a big help around here. I appreciate your hard work.” 

Sawako flopped face down on her bed. Rolling over she buried her face in her pillows and squealed with delight. “It’s my pleasure! I’d do anything for you!” She said out loud, at last uttering all the words she wished she could have said. She squeezed the pillow, wistfully imagining it was her. After a long moment of savoring that sweet rush of emotion a sinking feeling started overtaking her. 

She sat up again, and sighed. “Fuck I’m so pathetic.” The realistic side of her brain was finally getting a word in. In all seriousness she had almost no chance with Kiyoko. Right off the bat she could easily think of like a dozen reasons their relationship wouldn’t work; The difference in their ages, the difference of their temperaments, misguided expectations based on all the assumptions Sawa made about her, just to name a few. She palmed her face. “What am I even doing. What if she hates me after we hang out? God- what If I make it awkward everytime I go into work and she transfers away, or files a complaint against me or something. This is so stupid…” 

Closing her eyes she pictured Kiyoko in her mind. The veterinarian turned toward Sawa and flashed that beautiful smile. The teen had only seen her really visibly happy a couple of times, it was always when she was around the animals. Sawako wanted to make her smile like that, to be someone who could bring more joy into her life. Surely that couldn’t be entirely wrong, she rationalized. 

Keeping her eyes shut Sawako’s fantasy soon evolved. “Sawa-chan...” She imagined Kiyo whispering in a sultry voice with a beckoning curl of her finger. That sent chills down her spine, and turned her pink. Before she knew it her hands had wandered down her body again, finding their way between her legs. Her petite cock was starting to grow erect. 

A moment later more mental dissonance in her mind grew louder. “No. I shouldn’t do this. This is way too much!” She thought to herself. She’d been through this sort of emotional tug of war several times before. “This is so cringe, why am I fantasizing about someone I have no fucking chance with?” If anyone knew what she was thinking or how she felt they’d surely disapprove… But then again no one did know, did they? The devilish side of her conscious yanked the rope back the other way. Sure, it was cringe. Sure, it was pathetic. Sure, it would probably never go anywhere, but that made her fantasy all the more harmless. Why should she apologise for it? It wasn’t hurting anyone. It essentially didn’t matter at all. 

Her eyes slipped closed again. “Sawa…” Called Kiyoko’s mature dulcet voice.

“Fuck it.” The teen said out loud. Sliding her hand into her underwear she slipped the garment off and tossed it on the floor. She was really hard. Her thin four inches were fully at attention, the tip of her small uncircumcised member was already dripping. Her nethers were entirely smooth and hairless. Running a tender hand lower she cupped her balls, and rubbed her taint with her index finger. She paused to lick her finger, and raised her leg to open herself, then slowly tantalized it against her ass. She could feel that familiar wanting itch inside of her, a longing to be full. Gently she prodded it against her hole, and used her other hand to stroke her cock. Now comfortable with her position she allowed herself to get lost in the fantasy. 

She imagined herself sitting alone in a field. The blowing wind made the long green grass dance around her. The temperature was pleasant, and the atmosphere soothing. She looked down at her arms as the wind blew and realized she was out there naked, yet somehow that seemed normal. As she looked around she realized this wasn’t just any field, but a familiar one. She was out in the paddock of her family’s home, except none of the other cows were around. That was quite odd. “Where have they gone?” She wondered. 

“Sawa-chan...” Emanated Kiyoko’s voice through her mind. She looked over and spotted her leaning against the wooden fence several paces away. She had her eyes cast down the ground; Her peepers were overshadowed by the brim of a wide brimmed western hat, like a cowboy. As Sawako watched her the beauty looked up, meeting her gaze. The veterinarian was naked, save for a pair of leather chaps, bright yellow star shaped pasties over her sizable nipples, and a pair of pointed tipped western boots, complete with spurs. The Vet’s usually brunette hair was dyed blond, and her skin looked more sun kissed- like she’d been working outside. It made Sawako’s heart race. 

“Get along girl.” Demanded Kiyoko in a poor reproduction of a rural american accent. As she said it she removed the lasso from her hip and tied a knot on the end of the rope.  

Shocked, “What?” Was about all the teen could think. A moment later, as if by magic, she realized she was wearing something else too. Her naked body was clad in strappy cow print swimwear. It looked wonderfully erotic on her lithe body. The tip of her little erect penis poked out the top of her bikini bottoms. So too her head was crowned by a headband with cute little stubby cow horns. She barely had time to feel the horns when suddenly there was a, “Whoosh!” through the air, and she felt the end of the rope land around her neck, and tighten. She’d been lassoed. “Huh?” Was all she could get out before she felt a shockingly powerful tug against her neck. It doubled her over, making her flop face forward on her tummy. Kiyoko grinned, pulling on the other end. With the coarse fibers of the hempen cord constricting around her neck she had to move or else be asphyxiated. Crawling on her hands and knees she approached until at last the cord went slack again. Kneeling before her, Kiyoko stood with her legs apart, then tugged on the girl’s nose ring to force her to look up. 

The mature woman’s bush was big and natural, covering the entirety of her mons with a robust patch of hair. Her pussy looked pump and wet, and smelled faintly of sweat and desire. Sawako loved it, craving her aroma like a drug. Placing a firm hand on the back of the teen’s skull she pulled her and smothered the girl’s face against her cunt. Shivering, the little cow lolled out her tongue and did as she was bade. Though she’d never eaten pussy in real life she’d watched plenty of videos, and imagined with wonder what it might be like. Kiyoko’s was of course the best of them all. The Cowgirl’s soft folds deformed around her tongue. “Mmh- yeah.” Crooned the woman richly. Before long a second hand rested upon Sawa’s head. Kiyo ground her sex against the girl’s mouth vulgerly, using the young lady for her own pleasure in domineering fashion. The teen turned farm animal loved every second. In every fantasy she dreamed of submitting in some way or another. Compliantly sawa worked harder, leaning into every thrust. Fanning, and prodding her tongue in as deep as she could make it go, she enjoyed being used. The teen’s mouth soon became messy with a mix of spittle and her loving master’s erotic juices. Kiyoko’s moaning grew in volume and intensity. She scooped her heavy breasts as she humped the girl’s face. Her chest heaved with every breath. She was loving it too. Sawako tried to reach up, to grab her backside hoping that by holding her lover she could service her better, but as her rising hands graced her master’s rear end she was suddenly shoved back. “Ah-?” She exclaimed at the sudden change, and was greeted with a punishing slap across the cheek. “You do as I tell you slut, and nothing more. Now what do you say?” Commanded Kiyoko with icy seriousness. “Moo.” Sawa replied instinctively with an obedient nod. The Rancheer held her captive still, placing a hand on her shoulder to keep her in place, then used the opposite to toy with her clit. Her cries rose high. Kiyoko’s voluptuous body jolted, sending shivers through her limbs as she touched herself. Within moments she reached her climax, and with a theatrical gush of liquid, squirted hard on Sawa’s face below. Ever the eager slave, the teen opened her mouth to drink in her love’s sweet flavor. 

“Alright girl. How’d you like to make momma some money?” Kiyoko asked rhetorically, before giving another hard tug on the lasso. “Mooo!” Sawa replied with delight. Keeping her crawling, Kiyoko led her up the path into the winter barn, but in her fantasy it too had changed. Gone was the crumbling empty structure full of broken equipment. Inside was a thriving operation once again, but the creatures there weren’t heifers, they were cattle-girls of all shapes and sizes, all dressed in similar animal print as Sawako. They lined up in their stalls, wagging their fat tits over the metal gates, and cooed with delight as the milking machines extracted their due. Suddenly Sawa panicked, and glanced down at her flat chest. There was no way she could deliver. She wasn’t built for it. Nevertheless Kiyoko pulled her along, and led her into a stall. Sensing her anxiety, rancher Kiyoko pulled down the security yoke and locked Sawa’s head in the palace to prevent her from wriggling away. Her heart pounded. She didn’t want to disappoint her dear master.   

Without skipping a beat Kiyoko applied lubricant in the form of Ky jelly to the milking cups and pulled the apparatus toward her, to bring Sawa into her grasp. With expert sleight of hand she pointed the pump and secured it to the flatty’s nipple. The active pump immediately latched onto Sawa’s tender skin, with an audible, “SCHHHCK-” as the pressure from the otherside made a vacuum over her nip. Gritting her teeth, Sawa tried to thrash, grabbing the side bars of the enclosure for dear life. The machine was so rough, it pulled her nipples vigorously, instantly turning them erect. It made her entire torso tingle, and her breasts throb with a dull erotic pain. Sawa moaned, overwhelmed by the feeling. Her eyes were just starting to water when, with equal speed, Kiyo applied the second one to her opposite nipple, sending the captive girl right over the edge. She cried out loudly, braying like an animal, and let her tongue loll out of her mouth indecently.

Rancher Kiyoko watched with folded arms, waiting for the milk to pour. “C’mon now girl. I haven’t got all day. Time’s a’waistin. Bills need paying!” Sawa teared up more profusely from embarrassment. The pressure on her nipples was driving her mad. She could see them swelling through the clear glass of the tubes. “Moo-!?” She moaned with palpable desperation. Then, miraculously she began to feel a faint wentess on her chest. It spilled from her weakly, only mustering a few drops, but her tiny breasts began to lactate under the extreme duress of the machine. She tried to throw her head back, but the yoke held her still. “Mmmmmh- mmmmhg-!?”  Sawa pined desperately. Kiyoko saw this development, but her expression remained unchanged. “Is that the best you can do? C’mon! Give it up!” Demanded the rancher, who leaned in and spanked the dairy-girl’s ass violently. Sawa staggered from it, and let out a shrill cry of masochistic delight, but no more milk came. Sawa tried and tried, clenching the muscles in her chest like it would accomplish something, but it was no use. Ever determined, Kiyoko struck her again, then a third time, turning the girl’s ass cheeks vibrantly red with each swat. She paused and watched for a moment, leaving the machine running, then declared, “Well if it won’t be milk then I guess I’ll have to take something else from you won’t I?” At first sawa didn’t understand- but when the next tool emerged it all became clear. 

Kiyoko returned with the electro ejacualtor, and a mischievous look in her eye. She rolled a condom over the baton and spurted a heavy dollop of Ky which she smeared about with her fingers. Dipping to one knee she hoisted up the Captive girl’s leg and prodded the probe at her asshole. Sawako quivered bodilly. Even just feeling something rub against her hole felt good. She was already drooling and it wasn’t even inside of her yet. With no intention of making her wait the rancher pressed on, pushing it up hard into the girl’s body. Sawa groaned girlishly as her body stretched around the device. It was big, so much bigger than her fingers, the biggest thing she’d ever taken. “There we go! That ought to do it.” Kiyoko stated with smug confidence as she pushed the rod deeper. The rancher pumped and angled it in varying ways, searching for the right position. Sawa involuntarily let her know she discovered it. As the probe collided with her prostate her legs turned to jello. Stumbling, the harness around her neck kept her on her feet,  but choked her legs writhed to find purchase.  The only way she could take the probe was by keeping a wide pigeon toes stance. Her painfully hard cock spasmed as she struggled, oozing pre-cum like a leaking tap. Kiyoko fished the final device off a tray in the main walkway, and grabbed Sawa’s cock with a firm grip. Lathering it with gel she turned it glistening slick. In her opposite hand was a rubber tube, like a pocket pussy, with a glass cap on the end to catch what came out the other side. As soon as Kiyo slid it on Sawa swore she’d nearly reached her limit. She wanted to fuck the thing, and to fuck Kiyoko so badly, but as soon as she placed it she let it drop, and dangle between her thighs. Fruitlessly Sawa tried to move her hips, but no matter how she struggled it just swung about. 

Everything was going grey from the overload of intense stimulation. She was being humiliated, used, and degraded, but she loved every second of it. Her feelings of sexual helplessness amplified her need not to disappoint her precious master. She wanted to be good. To be obedient. To do everything Kiyoko asked of her and more. She’d take anything the rancher dished out gladly, and never complain. Sawa would have done anything for Kiyoko’s amusement.

“Moo for me girl.” whispered Sawa’s fantasy lover right into her ear. “Mmmmh-” She began trying to articulate it- but before she could utter the whole word, Kiyoko flipped a switch on the battery attached the the ejaculator-device and sent 12 volts coursing straight into cow-chan’s prostate. “Oooooh- Aaaaah!? Moo! Moo! Moo!” She squealed, in agonized ecstasy. Kiyoko just laughed, and turned the power knob up to 16. The sensation charging through Sawa’s body was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It was comparable to licking a battery, but so much more intense. Feeling it from the inside, at her most sensitive place, made her mind melt. She continued whining desperately, as her interior muscles began to spasm. She could feel the probe getting warm, and that only made it feel better, like she had real cock flesh buried inside of her. After only a few seconds she finally reached her limit. Her balls churned in her tight little sack, feeling like they were vibrating from the energy passing through her. Her cock began to spurt cum uncontrollably, making Kiyoko laugh sadistically. Ropes of sticky cum spurted through the psuedo-cunt into the glass. Panting, and writhing, Sawa came over and over again for at least a minute. When at last it stopped sloshing forth, Kiyoko turned off the switch, and the milk pump, and stooped down to examine her handy work. Disconnecting the glass container she turned it upright and examined the contents. Sawa unloaded a few shot glasses full of spunk.  She sloshed it in the container, and grinned. “Not bad slut.” Limp, Sawa weakly panted for breath. Air deprivation from the harness was giving her tunnel vision, and turning her red in the face. The room seemed to spin around her. Kiyoko’s words of praise made the cattle-girl sob joyously, and smile. Snot and sweat ran down her face, making her look a total mess. Overwhelmed with gratitude, she spoke.

“T-thank you! A-anything! Anything for you! I love you so much Kiyoko!” She flattered. 

The rancher’s brow furrowed, and her expression of pleasant satisfaction transformed. A devilish grin took its place. “I don’t recall allowing you to speak?” Sawa’s stomach turned into a knot. She’d been careless. 

“Like I said- this isn’t bad, but you can do better. Now what do cows say?” 

Staring with glassy eyes and guilty anguish, Sawa replied, “Moo.”

As she opened her mouth Kiyoko placed the glass to her lips and pulled up her nose ring tilting Sawako's head back and make her drink the whole thing. There was a lot. She slurped down two mouthfuls of her own thick salty nut before she gagged at the flavor. Kiyoko kept pouring, uncaring as the rest spilled from the girl's mouth, and ran down her chin. When the glass was nearly empty she held it upside down over Sawa’s forehead and poured the remaining drops onto her forehead and into her hair. “You can do better, cant you girl?” Added the rancher, as she released Sawako form the harness and let her collapse to the floor in a slump. Sawa nodded, and mooed, obediently. Kiyoko winked and tipped her cowboy hat, before concluding, “See ya tomorrow slut.” 

Back in real life Sawako had cum too, probably having the hardest orgasm of her entire life. With one finger buried to the knuckle in her ass, she stroked her cock and fired off a rocket of cum that shot so hard she hit herself in the face. Moaning and whining she fell slack backwards onto her pillow. Catching her breath she laughed to herself. She could only open one eye, because of all the cum on her face. Lying there she laughed at the absurd depravity of her mind. “She’d think I was a such fucking freak if she knew what I was into!” She mewed. With a breathy sigh she lapped up all the cum in proximity to her mouth, and wiped the rest off with a towel she kept by the bedside. Seeing she’d accidentally sprayed her pillow she playfully decided to lick that up too. Maybe fantasizing of such things perv but she had no regrets. As long as no one knew about it, she could fantasize any way she liked. 

She was about to drift off to sleep, when suddenly a knock came at the door. “Sawa-chan? Honey? I thought I heard you squealing? You okay?” asked the groggy voice of her father from the other side of the bedroom door. Panicking she hollered back, “Ah!? Yes I’m fine! I just stubbed my toe! DON’T COME IN!” She heard him laugh from the hall. “Alright- well you be careful now. There’s band aids in the bathroom if you need’em. I’m going to bed. You sleep well baby.” Sawa breathed a sigh of relief. In her zealousness she’d nearly exposed herself.  Her father was a pretty understanding guy, and she felt grateful he put up with all of her eccentricities, but she really didn’t want him to see her like that. “Good night daddy. I’ll see you in the morning.” When she heard his bedroom door shut she slinked away to the bathroom to finish cleaning herself up, then returned to her bed to get some much needed rest.