grill grate

The wallet in the sewer.

My folks dropped me off just outside the campus main gates.

“Call us and let us know how your mid-terms go?” Dad asked.

I smiled and replied that I would. I gave them both a hug and stepped up onto the sidewalk and waved at them as they merged back into traffic.

That was a great weekend, but it was time to get back to my usual college routine.

As I bent down to pick up my bags, I saw it. A wallet was lodged between the grilles of a sewer grate by my feet.

I pried it out carefully. It was black with a silver zipper along the top. A faded “Hello Kitty” sticker decorated the bottom right corner suggesting that the wallet most likely belonged to a girl. I opened it and my eyes widened.

Hundred dollar bills.

There must have been a dozen of them. I immediately glanced around to make sure no one noticed. I headed as fast as I could back to the safety and privacy of my dorm room.

Once there, I emptied the contents of the wallet.

$4000 total.

No ID.

There was however, a wallet-sized high school graduation picture of a girl. She had shoulder-length golden-brown hair and a cheerleader smile. She was pretty and next thing I knew, I forgot about the cash and found myself staring at the picture. I got knocked out of my fugue when I heard footsteps outside. My roommate was due back any moment and I didn’t want him to catch me with all that cash so I put everything away but I held onto the photo.

I made inquiries about the girl in the photo. It took some time, but I finally found out her name was Rebecca but people called her Becky. Once I got a name, it was only a matter of time in finding her. She was a freshman who worked part-time at nights at the sports complex.

The sports complex was in the process of massive renovations. When I approached it, I swore it looked like a bomb hit. Once inside it didn’t take me long to find her. She was sitting inside the entrance booth. She didn’t look at all like the girl in the photo. Whereas the girl in the photo was bright-eyed and cheery, this girl looked sullen and bored.

“Becky?” I asked.

She looked up at me. I was half-expecting to see her smile but she didn’t. In fact, from the way she looked at me, it made me feel like I was bothering her.

“Yeah?” she answered.

“I…uh…I have something for you.”

I reached into my school bag and pulled out my .22. Becky didn’t have much of a chance to react when I double-tapped her in the head.

I quickly left by the side entrance. On my way back to the dorm I sent out a text on my burner phone.

“Job is done. I expect 2nd half of payment at the same spot.”

#10:  The Wallet in the Sewer

By: MechDog2395

Length: Short

My folks dropped me off just outside the campus main gates.

“Call us and let us know how your mid-terms go?” Dad asked.

I smiled and replied that I would. I gave them both a hug and stepped up onto the sidewalk and waved at them as they merged back into traffic.

That was a great weekend, but it was time to get back to my usual college routine.

As I bent down to pick up my bags, I saw it. A wallet was lodged between the grilles of a sewer grate by my feet.

I pried it out carefully. It was black with a silver zipper along the top. A faded “Hello Kitty” sticker decorated the bottom right corner suggesting that the wallet most likely belonged to a girl. I opened it and my eyes widened.

Hundred dollar bills.

There must have been a dozen of them. I immediately glanced around to make sure no one noticed. I headed as fast as I could back to the safety and privacy of my dorm room.

Once there, I emptied the contents of the wallet.

$4000 total.

No ID.

There was however, a wallet-sized high school graduation picture of a girl. She had shoulder-length golden-brown hair and a cheerleader smile. She was pretty and next thing I knew, I forgot about the cash and found myself staring at the picture. I got knocked out of my fugue when I heard footsteps outside. My roommate was due back any moment and I didn’t want him to catch me with all that cash so I put everything away but I held onto the photo.

I made inquiries about the girl in the photo. It took some time, but I finally found out her name was Rebecca but people called her Becky. Once I got a name, it was only a matter of time in finding her. She was a freshman who worked part-time at nights at the sports complex.

The sports complex was in the process of massive renovations. When I approached it, I swore it looked like a bomb hit. Once inside it didn’t take me long to find her. She was sitting inside the entrance booth. She didn’t look at all like the girl in the photo. Whereas the girl in the photo was bright-eyed and cheery, this girl looked sullen and bored.

“Becky?” I asked.

She looked up at me. I was half-expecting to see her smile but she didn’t. In fact, from the way she looked at me, it made me feel like I was bothering her.

“Yeah?” she answered.

“I… uh… I have something for you.”

I reached into my school bag and pulled out my .22. Becky didn’t have much of a chance to react when I double-tapped her in the head.

I quickly left by the side entrance. On my way back to the dorm I sent out a text on my burner phone.

“Job is done. I expect 2nd half of payment at the same spot.”

Sushi Nakamura, Tokyo

When some colleagues invited me out for dinner last night, I did not expect we’d be going to the exclsuive Michelin-starred Sushi Nakamura…

A small restaurant in Roppongi that only seats ten people, we had a wonderful meal in this intimate setting, where Chef Nakamura presented us his finest fish. Here’s a look…

We started with raw taira scallops and baby hotaru squid, followed by grilled akamutsu with grated daikon…

Grilled fugu shirako (milt) with sudachi, maybe my favorite bite of the night…

Squid stuffed with its own eggs…

Hirame…

Squid…

Aji…

Torigai…

Tiger prawn…

Shima Aji…

Kohada…

Tuna akami…

Akagai…

Shirasu icefish…

Uni…

Tuna toro…

Hamaguri clam…

Miso soup…

And egg to close out this amazing meal…

A truly special experience on my last night in Japan. What a way to end the trip!

SUSHI NAKAMURA

7−17−16 Chome

Roppongi, Minato-ku

Tokyo, Japan

+81-3-3746-0856

Temporary Affairs II

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a/n: make sure you read through entire chapter ;)

Chapter o6. Self-ie-conscious 

The second day babysitting Youngwoo was a little better.  He didn’t randomly cry or anything but you also barely picked him up out of fear that you’d hurt him.  The fifth day he was all giggly and active, flailing his little limbs for you to cradle him, so you sucked in air and lifted him slowly into your embrace.  He whimpered a bit at first, startling you.  But you stayed still with him against your chest until gradually he hushed.  By the second week, you thought that you were actually starting to get the hang of things as soon as you stopped freaking out. 

You dusted your hands off after spreading baby powder all over Youngwoo’s diaper area to prevent him from getting any rashes.  The little baby moved his arms around happily.  Smiling, you patted his little cheeks and lifted him up to place him back into the comfort of his little cradle.  And like a pro, you instantly pressed on the mobile. Soft melodies played in the background as the toy mobile spun above Youngwoo, causing him to giggle gleefully.  Not only was Youngwoo happy, so were you because it gave you sufficient amount of time to clean up the mess on the changing station. 

When you returned from the restroom, Youngwoo was already fast asleep.  Giggling joyfully yourself, you plopped yourself down on the rocking chair for your much needed break.  As you slowly drifted off to lalaland, a soft beep from your phone sounded.  Sluggishly, you pulled the device out from your pocket to see who dared disturb your beauty sleep.  As soon as the screen lit up, you narrowed your eyes.  Someone had friended you on Facebook…and that someone was none other than Lee Sohee.  You stared at the request.  Was this a battle challenge?  If I rejected then it may seem as if I’m scared of her.  But if I accepted, then things might get ugly super fast.  You bit your nail in debate, weighing the pros and cons. 

“Nope, not gonna friend you, biotch,” you concluded out loud after five minutes.      

While your fingers dwelled over the “ignore” button, Youngwoo’s thunderous cries frightened you, causing you to lose your grip over your phone.  Grimacing, you leaned over to clumsily catch the device.  Whew.  But your eyes immediately widened at the screen.  In the mist of saving your phone, you had hit “accept”.  Omg.  Crap.  Crap.  Crap. Not again… 

 

Youngwoo’s sobs continued to grow.  Priorities, _______ah!  You tossed the electronic onto the cushioned rocking chair and leapt off to rescue the baby from whatever monster that traumatized him enough to cause such ruckus.  And before you even reached the crib, you had already concluded from the tone of the cry that he was hungry.  So you skillfully U-turned to the kitchen to grab a warm bottle of milk. 

As soon as Youngwoo was full and burped, you placed him on the automatic cradle by the rocking chair to lull him back to sleep.  Wiping the sweat from your forehead, you picked up the phone again and slouched back down into the heap of cushions and pillows.  Okay, great.  What now?  This was the second time you accidentally lured Sohee into a catfight through Facebook.  Should I unfriend her?  No, that’d be stupid, by now she’d probably already gotten the email saying you accepted. 

 

“Fine, you want to be friends?  Let’s be friends then,” you concluded. 

Broadening your shoulders and holding your chin abnormally up, you clicked on her profile.  You know…since you added her anyway, might as well stalk her a bit.  So she went to high school with Oppa…and college too?  Did that mean they dated or at least knew each other for a while?  You pouted a bit jealous that she knew Jongin for almost a decade longer than you did.  But Oppa said they didn’t have an intimate relationship. 

Just as you were about to look through her photo albums, the front door opened.  Gasping, you instantaneously hid your phone behind your body to wait for the two men to show up.  Jongin and Sehun were already chatting enthusiastically with one another before entering the baby’s room. 

“Hey!” you greeted, as soon as they appeared at the doorway. 

“Hey!” Sehun replied then squatted down to look at the now awaken Youngwoo in his little mini cradle. 

Your husband extended his arms out and you knowingly jumped into his chest.  He chuckled joyfully at your much more euphoric mood as compared to the first time you babysat Youngwoo. 

“Did Young-ie cause a lot of trouble today, _______?” Sehun asked, picking his son up into his arms.   

“Nope.  He was a total sweetheart today!” you said truthfully. 

 

In the car, you suggested to get some ice cream since the weather was so hot.  As always, Jongin happily compiled to your sudden cravings.  Midway to the ice cream parlor, a light bulb lit in your head.  Internal evil cackle.

“Just order one, Oppa.  We can share!” you excitedly proposed.

By the look on your husband’s face, you were sure he caught on that something was fishy.  But he nodded and got out of the car to order the desert for you.  Taking out your phone, you resumed stalking Sohee’s photos.  Hmm…she did have a good sense of style…even in high school.  You recalled your terrible walk-into-closet-and-pick-whatever-clothes-weren’t-in-the-laundry tactic you had back in high school and cringed. 

A knock came from the car window and you looked up from your hobby to see Jongin had returned.  Eep.  You quickly exited out of the application and leaned over to unlock the door for him. 

“Here you go, Jagiya,” he spoke, holding the strawberry ice cream cone in front of you. 

But instead of taking it, you grabbed a tissue and gently wiped the sweat off of Jongin’s face.

“It must have been super hot waiting in line.  Sorry, Oppa,” you apologized sincerely. 

“Don’t worry about it,” he chuckled, holding the ice cream out for you again.

This time you took it. 

“Oppa, let’s take a picture,” you suggested, holding out your phone. 

With the ice cream in between the two of you, you directed for Jongin to lean in and lick the desert from one side while you did the same on the other.  Satisfied with the positioning, you snapped the selfie. 

“Here,” you shoved the ice cream to your husband.  He looked at you amused but took it so that you could focus on your task of selecting the prettiest filters and bokeh for the couple picture.  In between your contemplating whether to add a border or not, Jongin held the treat up to your lip so you could enjoy it before it completely melted.  Without taking your attention from your phone, you stuck your tongue out and licked the ice cream.  Jongin shook his head at your silliness. 

 Pleased with how the picture came out, you posted it on Facebook with the caption, “Ice cream kiss with hubby”.  You finished your mischief by tagging your husband in the picture.  Pftt…what do you think Lee Sohee?!?!

 _________ _________ : 1    Lee Sohee: 0!!!  Bwhahahahaahhaaha. 

 

“What so funny, Babe?” Jongin asked, feeding you the rest of the ice cream. 

“Ohh, nothing,” you replied but failed to hide your naughty grin. 

Jongin pinched your nose but didn’t grill you further, grateful to witness your uplifted mood.   

—–

For the next few days, you were obsessed with taking pictures of you and Jongin together.  Whether you were simply eating dinner, or out on a date, or even just snuggling together, you snapped a selfie, added blinding effects and filters, and posted it up for Lee Sohee  the world to see. 

But for some reason, that one homecoming picture of Jongin and his ex engraved permanently in the back of your mind.  So to counter it, you continued to indulge in your new hobby.  You took pictures of Jongin in his office, in his car, watching television, sleeping, and even in the shower.  Yes, in the shower. 

Cackling naughtily, you turned the knob and barged into the bathroom. 

“What is the world – “ Jongin asked, startled by your intrusion.

Throwing up some bunny ear fingers, you said, “Smile!”

Snap 

Still giggling, you exited the restroom. 

A few hours later as you were busy stuffing chips into your mouth and chatting over the phone with your best friend, Bang Minah, your husband came in looking a bit flustered.

“Jagiya, why did Kyungsoo-hyung send me a text saying that my buttcrack is on Facebook?” he asked, raising his brow. 

The bag of chips fell from your hands. 

“Hello?  _______ah?  Hello?” Minah said through the phone.

“I’ll call you back later,” you said and hung up. 

Scrambling, you climbed over the bed to the computer to examine the pictures you posted.  And there it was, an inch of your husband’s booty managed to show up in the shower picture without you knowing.  No, no, no!  Crap.  You immediately clicked “delete”. 

“No!  No one in this world is allowed to see my hubby’s precious butt but me!” you said under your breath.

Beside you, your husband shook his head and gave you a light smooch on the cheek. 

   

—–

Chairs flipped and tables screeched.  You held your back, bending over to scoot the furniture even further.  With a towel over his damp hair, Jongin walked in curiously. 

“Babe, be careful!” your husband shouted, tossing the towel on the floor to support you before you fell over.

“Hehe,” you giggled but Jongin was not amused.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his arm still holding tightly against your waist.

“Um, just moving things around…” you beat around the bushes.

“For…”

“For pictures…” you finally admitted. 

“For…” he continued to grill.

You squirmed in his arm and changed the subject, “Oppa, go dry your hair first then I’ll tell you”.

Waddling, you physically scooted him to the bathroom so he would leave you alone to remodel the room for your photo shoot.  However, Jongin always had the ability to persuade you into ditching your plans to fool around with him. 

Sitting on a chair, he stared up at you like a little puppy as you towel dried and wrung the water out of his hair for him.  You tried your best to avoid eye contact but the little puppy kept tugging on your sleeve so you caved.  His eyes glimmered back at you like shining stars.  Gahh I’m gonna faint.  Trying your best to hide you foolish grin, you shoved the towel back to Jongin and backed up to leave but he looped his arms around your belly.  You giggled, wiggling in his grip as he continued to suffocate you with his little aegyo stunt.  He pulled you by the neck so you puckered your lips awaiting a kiss but instead he shook his wet hair causing droplets to cover all over your face.   

“Oppaaa,” you whined.  He laughed, making up by pecking you all over your face.

You gave in and continued to dry his hair with a blow dryer.  The whole time, he still continued to smile at you with that goofy grin of his and each time he did so, you’d melt a little on the inside. 

Finally, after ten minutes, your husband released you back to your room to prepared your makeshift stage.  Pushing all the furniture to the side, you hauled in bags and bags of curtains, laces, and fabrics.  With a flick of the hand, the fabric unrolled in front of you like a Hollywood red carpet.  As you tiptoed to hang the curtains, a wild Kim Jongin showed up at the door to offer help.  And even though you wanted it to be a surprise, you gave in and invited him into the room again. 

“Can I know what you’re doing now?” he asked, easily hanging the curtains up due to his taller physique. 

You pouted childishly, rubbing you protruding tummy. 

“I wanted it to be special,” you said bitterly.

“What’s ‘it’?” your hubby asked.

“Maternity photoshoot,” you finally admitted. 

The earlier confusion on his face softened into a tender smile.  He walked over, taking both your hands into his. 

“It can still be special, even if it’s not a surprise.  In fact, can I be part of it?” he asked.

Your eyes lit up and you questioned, “Really?  You want to be in it?” 

“Of course,” he sincerely replied. 

“Okay,” you said, looking at the floor shyly. 

So for the rest of the preparation, you got to comfortably sit on the rocking chair while Jongin setup the background, lights, and cameras. 

The original gray curtains were replaced with beautiful lace and crystal ones that refracted light in all different directions.  The floors were lined with tulle and silk, creating a Heavenly, cloud-like environment.  You changed into a flowy white dress and flower crown while Jongin contrasted in a black dress shirt and white tie. 

For the first half of the session, Jongin transformed into a professional photographer, directing you to stand in different spots.  With your wispy hair framing your face, you turned at a perfect ¾ angle, with one hand over and one hand under your belly.  Snap  A succession of bright flashes of light captured the serene moment while Jongin continuously pressed the shutter button.  When that was over, the handsome photographer sat down on the floor to admire his work of art. 

Excitedly, you skipped over and joined him.  He slipped his arm around your shoulders and happily handed the camera to you.  Gasping in awe at his breathtaking photography skills, you swore you felt liquid begin to cloud your eyes. 

“It’s so beautiful,” you unconsciously spoke.

You’re so beautiful,” Jongin corrected. 

You turned around with teary eyes and he automatically placed his lips on yours.  His fingers stroked your hair, bringing you closer to him.  And in that moment, you wished with every part of your body for time to stop forever.  But his lips eventually separated from yours.  You greedily leaned in for another quick peck.  Oppa, I really love you.  Please keep me around…even…if I’m not good enough. 

 

“I will try to be good enough,” you said in an inaudible whisper as your forehead leaned against his.

“What did you say?” Jongin questioned but you shook your head. 

Taking the camera from your hands, your husband pressed a few buttons and placed the camera onto the tripod before joining you by the windowsill for a couple shoot.  Smiling shyly, you held his hand as it looped securely around your pregnant waist.  Snap  Several more shots followed with different themes and poses. 

When Jongin went to fix something with the lights, you sat down to look through the gorgeous photos.  Never in your life did you think you’d get the chance to have a maternity shoot, much less with such an attractive other half.  Stopping on a picture of Jongin kissing your tummy, a teardrop fell onto the screen and you quickly wiped it away before your husband saw.  You’re not sure why lately you’ve become so emotional.  Perhaps, it was the preggo hormones…or maybe it was something else that had been bothering you for a while now…

Rubbing your tummy, you quietly asked, “Do you think Appa would keep me even if he realizes I’m not mature enough to be your mother?” 

A light kicked answered and you blinked back tears. 

“Jagiya, it’s fixed,” Jongin informed, motioning for you to go back to your position. 

When you stood up, you finally realized your right leg was asleep when it buckled causing you to stumble forward.  Immediately, your child’s father rushed forward to support you. 

“Jagiya!  I told you to be careful!  You’re a mother now, you have to watch your steps or you’ll hurt our daughter,” Jongin scolded. 

With teary eyes, you looked up at him.  His angry expression instantly unstiffened.

“Sorry…” you apologized, biting your lip. 

“No, Honey, I didn’t mean it that way,” he corrected.

“No, it’s fine,” you assured, feigning a smile. 

Unwinding your hand from his, you slowly walked over to the window again.  Your husband followed shortly after.  And as you stared into his deep black eyes, you got your answer.  So you held him a little closer, sniffing in his scent, and remembering the feeling of having his arms around you.  Just in case…you think.  Just in case.  Jongin grinned widely, oblivious to the toxic thoughts that raided your mind. 

As the skies grew dark, Jongin began to move the furniture back into position.  Sitting on the edge of the bed with your legs swinging around like a little girl, you watched as the moonlight casted beautiful laced floral prints against Jongin’s face.  Taking out your phone, you secretly snapped a few candid shots of him.  You know…just in case

Sniffing back tears, you requested, “Oppa, can we take one more with my phone?” 

He stopped what he was doing, turned around, and nodded.  Setting the timer on your phone, you placed it onto the tripod and dashed to rejoin Jongin.  Midway, you slowed down, mentally cursing at yourself for forgetting to be careful once again.  With your forehead against his and arms around his neck, the phone camera flashed brightly capturing the precious moment.  And instead of posting it on Facebook like what your husband expected you to do, you changed it as your phone wallpaper so you could stare at it every time you missed this feeling…you know…just in case there wasn’t a next time…             

 

a/n: Le sigh.  The ending of this chapter gets me every time.  There’s this melancholy feeling at the thought of a super bubbly person turning depressed as compared to an originally pessimistic person having these negative thoughts…it’s as if her wings got clipped off. ಥ ̯ ಥ

Are you guys ready for tomorrow’s chapter?  It’s that chapter I cried my eyes out writing and actually had to decrease the angst/change the chapter at 4AM in the morning because it got too sad for my kokoro. 

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Heart Strings [Part 2]

Heart Strings [Part 2]

(A/N: I didn’t intend on a continuation but it was highly requested so hopefully I did a justice to the first one.😂 I based this chapter on a song called Not In Love by Crystal Castles)

[I want to dedicate this to @impossiblyluckykryptonite & @alaskanbushbabe
for being great supporters, thanks again babes 💋]


Inside you were sitting at the big dinner table, food was abundant and the whole family sat round. Bam was at your left, Ami at your right, and Gabe straight across from you. Ever since your last conversation he heavily backed off, much to your unconscious (and conscious) dislike.

Your thoughts plagued you. At night you’d lay awake while Bam slept at your side. When Bam tried to place his hands anywhere on you, you shrugged him off and he noticed your distance lately but just chalked it up to a bad mood.

Every once in a while you’d look up when conversation was at high to check out Gabe. He kept his head down and wolfed down his food. A high contrast to Bam who was in all conversation and took his time.
Towards the end of dinner he caught your stare and bit down on his bottom lip.

“I’m sorry.” You mouthed toward him.

You genuinely cared so much for him, it physically hurt you. You figured you could bury the feelings deep within you never to see the light of day again. You needed to move on with Bam and keep the family together.

Despite Gabe’s quiet demeanor a multitude of conversation was going on in his own head. He thought about what had happened over the past few months and asked himself if he should regret it. Should he?
Absolutely.
Did he?
Bam was his brother and he betrayed him but taking his girl in more ways then he’d ever know.
He didn’t though and he didn’t understand why. If it were the other way around Bam would tell him the truth without a doubt.

He looked up at her to find her watching him and thought if she was willing to forget everything between them so could he for the sake of the family.
But he would never forget her and that thought made him go queasy. She’d be at Bam’s side for the rest of his life. He would be the one to travel her mind and worship her body. She would be his wife and the mother of his children. The more he thought about It the more he couldn’t bear to stand it. He bit his lip from screaming out at her.
How could she be so stupid?

“So are you coming?”
Bam demanded.

“Gabey?” He asked with a softer tone.

“What?” Gabe asked, pulled out of his deep thought.

“After Dinner we’re going to go pull a few of the traps out and bring them home, they’ve been sitting for a few days, are you coming?”

“I don’t know he doesn’t look too good.” Matt interjected.

“Yeah, are you okay man?” Bear questioned finishing up the last of what was on his plate.

“I’m just not feeling the best.” Gabe admitted.

“That’s okay you stay here and I’ll just take Bear and Matt it’s only a few pots anyways.” Bam reassured.

The thought of Gabe staying alone on the island without your boyfriend here with you immediately added up to trouble in your brain. But you told yourself you were an adult and had self control.

You placed a small kiss on Bam’s cheek and bid the boys safe travels. Thy had left, and you, Gabe, and Noah had stayed behind to clean up after dinner. Much to Ami’s dismay you all encouraged her and Billy to take a well deserved private walk together.

“I’ve got the last of the plates, can you guys go out and clean the grill grates and put out the fire?” Noah asked. You froze for a second in terror but quickly came to and you shook your head and grabbed a rag and Gabe grabbed some cleaning spray from under the sink.

Noah had noticed both your and Gabe’s strange behavior as of late, but hadn’t said a word about it. Noah had ears and eyes of a hawk. He noticed everything, he kept close tabs on everyone he cared about. He noticed if someone was being a bit too quiet of If someone who usually grabs seconds didn’t. He was a very detailed person and could virtually pick up on anything.

You and Gabe had walked a hundred feet out to the make shift oven and you scooped a pile of dirt up with your shoe and thew it on top on the barely light cinders, smothering the last of the fire. Gabe sprayed the grates and you began to rub them down getting off chicken residue and caked charcoal.

Behind you, he had scooped up more dirt with his shoe and you saw him throw it on top of the pile you just made, instantly annoying the hell out of you.

“You know you don’t have to double check me all the time!” You yelled at him.

“Well some would say you’re a bit careless!” He shouted back.

Your face twisted up with anger, lone behold it wasn’t just about the fire. Hell, it wasn’t even about the fire. It happen to be a convenient excuse to get explosive at him, and for him to get explosive back.

“You’re so immature.” You spit, cleaning the last of the dirt away from the grill.

“You’re so immature.” He imitates your voice; knowing it would get under your skin. He knew exactly how to push your buttons.

“UGH, I HATE YOU!” You exclaimed. Ahh, finally here it was, the explosion you both secretly sought.

“YOU HATE ME? I HATE YOU, DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU PUT ME THROUGH? DO YOU KNOW WHAT KIND OF POSITION IM IN? OR HOW I FEEL? DO YOU EVEN CARE? YOU DONT, YOU’RE SO, YOU’RE SO SELFISH!” He whoops, forgetting Noah’s still in the house.

“I WISH I NEVER EVEN MET YOU!” You scream out. Chucking the cleaning cloth, stomping back over towards the house.

“OH YEAH, THATS GRAND COMING FROM SOMEONE WHO COULDN’T GET ENOUGH BENEATH ME!” Gabe spat. You couldn’t believe he said that, neither could he but it was the sweet release of the past days pent up anger and resentment. You marched back toward him.

“Oohhhh Gabe, I lovee youuu OooOh.” He imitated you from your last intimate time together.

You cheeks burned something fierce with embarrassment. You hesitated and stuck your finger on his chest poking him; “I never want to talk to you again.” You calmly replied. Walking back up to the house again.

And here it was all over again, both of your hearts being torn in two. He stood where you left him contemplating any next possible move.

When you where almost back to the house, and he ran up to you and grabbed you. He spun you around and laid a huge kiss on your lips. At first you resisted, trying to push his strong body off you but you couldn’t. You couldn’t resist him. He was pulling at your strings. Your heart strings.

He pinned both your arms above you with one strong hand and gently caressed your jaw with the other taking the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. It was a messy kiss. But it was the best kind. It was the type that you could feel every emotion through. You felt the want, the need, and most importantly his love. Your breath was heavy and heaving against him. His knee slipped between both your legs and his mouth without delay made its attack on your neck. Nipping at the sensitive flesh. He let your arms go above you and you slung them around his neck holding on to him for dear life. This was the only thing that mattered right now. You didn’t care about the consequences right now all you wanted was his love and affection right then and there.

“Gabe…?” Noah opened the front door bearing witness to the forbidden affair unfolding before him. His mouth hung open, eyes wide as saucers.

You pushed Gabe off you, and he spun around meeting the shocked gaze of his younger brother.

“Noah….” He muttered. You felt your tears well up at once.

“What are you doing?!?! He shouts shifting to look at you and assess your reaction. Tears are streaming down your face. You’re sorry you know that. But what you don’t know is that you’re truly not sorry, you’re just sorry you got caught.

“I… I….” You hesitate you start to cry harder.

Gabe looks at his brother with a pleading face and hesitatingly rubs your back.

“Noah, please….” Gabe quietly begs.

“This isn’t your first time together is it!????” He suddenly inquires with a serious tone.

“Noah you can’t say ANYTHING.” You bawl running over to him in him arm clutching his heavy trench coat.

Noah softly prys you off of him and rushes in to his tent. Plopping down on his bed to digest what just happened.

What have you done???

The Wallet in the Sewer

story by  MechDog2395 / original

My folks dropped me off just outside the campus main gates.

“Call us and let us know how your mid-terms go?” Dad asked.

I smiled and replied that I would. I gave them both a hug and stepped up onto the sidewalk and waved at them as they merged back into traffic.

That was a great weekend, but it was time to get back to my usual college routine.

As I bent down to pick up my bags, I saw it. A wallet was lodged between the grilles of a sewer grate by my feet.

I pried it out carefully. It was black with a silver zipper along the top. A faded “Hello Kitty” sticker decorated the bottom right corner suggesting that the wallet most likely belonged to a girl. I opened it and my eyes widened.

Hundred dollar bills.

There must have been a dozen of them. I immediately glanced around to make sure no one noticed. I headed as fast as I could back to the safety and privacy of my dorm room.

Once there, I emptied the contents of the wallet.

$4000 total.

No ID.

There was however, a wallet-sized high school graduation picture of a girl. She had shoulder-length golden-brown hair and a cheerleader smile. She was pretty and next thing I knew, I forgot about the cash and found myself staring at the picture. I got knocked out of my fugue when I heard footsteps outside. My roommate was due back any moment and I didn’t want him to catch me with all that cash so I put everything away but I held onto the photo.

I made inquiries about the girl in the photo. It took some time, but I finally found out her name was Rebecca but people called her Becky. Once I got a name, it was only a matter of time in finding her. She was a freshman who worked part-time at nights at the sports complex.

The sports complex was in the process of massive renovations. When I approached it, I swore it looked like a bomb hit. Once inside it didn’t take me long to find her. She was sitting inside the entrance booth. She didn’t look at all like the girl in the photo. Whereas the girl in the photo was bright-eyed and cheery, this girl looked sullen and bored.

“Becky?” I asked.

She looked up at me. I was half-expecting to see her smile but she didn’t. In fact, from the way she looked at me, it made me feel like I was bothering her.

“Yeah?” she answered.

“I…uh…I have something for you.”

I reached into my school bag and pulled out my .22. Becky didn’t have much of a chance to react when I double-tapped her in the head.

I quickly left by the side entrance. On my way back to the dorm I sent out a text on my burner phone.

“Job is done. I expect 2nd half of payment at the same spot.”

Sushi Takumi Murase, Tokyo

With the help of Mutsumi’s cousin Yoko, I was able to score a coveted seat at the popular sushi restaurant Sushi Takumi Murase in Nishi-Azabu…

While no pictures of the interior of this Tokyo hot spot are allowed, I was given the okay to photograph my lunch to share with Eataku readers! Here’s a look…

Hamaguri clams in warm broth with white scallion…

Aori squid that’s been wrapped in konbu…

Kohaha that’s been aged one week…

Masu trout with wagarashi, or Japanese mustard…

Grilled kinmeidai with grated daikon…

Iwashi marinated in vinegar…

Shinshoga, or freshly cut “new” ginger…

Tuna that’s been aged two weeks…

Hokai shima shrimp with a squirt of sudachi…

Anago eel…

Futomaki…

Shijimi clam broth…

Tamagoyaki egg, on the right, and egg and shrimp grilled over binchotan coals on the left…

Yuzu sorbet to close out the meal…

With a large window that opens into a garden to these amazing wooden ice boxes where they store fish, the design of Sushi Takumi Murase is wonderful to behold as well!

Definitely worth checking out!!


SUSHI TAKUMI MURASE

1-2-3 Nishi-Azabu, 1F

Minato-ku, Tokyo

Japan

+81-3-3479-5240

5

I haven’t had a chance to post much lately, but that doesn’t mean that I haven’t been cooking as I normally do, or playing in the gorgeous fall weather here in Portland, Oregon. All it means is that I haven’t had the time to take decent photographs of my activities. The hasty pictures I’ve taken with my Nikon D7000 have looked more like mediocre snapshots, something many of you wouldn’t mind seeing, but something I usually resist the urge to post.

This gorgeous, wild Coho salmon fillet deserved a little of my time. It was so fresh, it only smelled of the ocean water it swam in.

I knew I would marinate it and grill it, using one of my favorite recipes, Teriyaki Grilled Salmon, from the Nordstrom cookbook, Entertaining at Home. I love this recipe and have used it many times. It produces a beautifully flavored fish that becomes slightly sweet and crisp around the edges. The recipe includes ingredients and directions for an Asian salsa, which I don’t use, because I’m in love with my mango salsa recipe, which is the perfect addition.

Teriyaki Grilled Salmon

Ingredients:

  • ½ cup soy sauce
  • ¼ cup water
  • 2 tablespoons mirin (a Japanese sweet rice wine used for cooking)
  • 2 tablespoons firmly packed brown sugar
  • ¼ cup granulated sugar
  • 2 garlic cloves, minced
  • 1 teaspoon peeled, fresh ginger
  • 2-½ pound salmon fillet, skinned and cut into 6 equal portions, each about 4-inches square (I don’t skin my salmon fillet)

Directions:

To make the marinade, in a saucepan over medium heat, combine all the ingredients except the salmon. Cook, stirring occasionally, until the sugar has dissolved and the mixture comes to a gentle boil, about 3 minutes. Remove from the heat and set aside to cool completely.

Place the salmon fillets in a 1-gallon lock-top plastic bag or shallow dish. Pour the marinade over the salmon, coating all sides well. Squeeze all the air out of the bag and seal it, or cover the dish. Refrigerate for at least 1 hour or up to 4 hours.

Prepare a medium fire in a charcoal grill, or preheat a gas grill on medium.

Remove the salmon pieces from the marinade and season with salt and pepper. Brush the grill grate generously with vegetable oil. Place the salmon directly over the fire. (Since I keep the skin on, I put salmon on the grill flesh-side down.) Cover the grill and cook until a spatula inserted under a fillet easily lifts the fillet, about 3 minutes. Rotate the salmon 90-degrees to create cross-hatching and cook 2 more minutes. Carefully flip the salmon over and continue grilling, covered, until the fish flakes easily with a fork, about 5 minutes longer.

Note: If you start with a whole fillet like I did, the pieces will be different thickness, due to the tapering shape of the fish. The thinner pieces cook faster. Check carefully and take them off the heat sooner. Don’t overcook your salmon!

The Wallet in the Sewer

My folks dropped me off just outside the campus main gates.

“Call us and let us know how your mid-terms go?” Dad asked.

I smiled and replied that I would. I gave them both a hug and stepped up onto the sidewalk and waved at them as they merged back into traffic.

That was a great weekend, but it was time to get back to my usual college routine.

As I bent down to pick up my bags, I saw it. A wallet was lodged between the grilles of a sewer grate by my feet.

I pried it out carefully. It was black with a silver zipper along the top. A faded “Hello Kitty” sticker decorated the bottom right corner suggesting that the wallet most likely belonged to a girl. I opened it and my eyes widened.

Hundred dollar bills.

There must have been a dozen of them. I immediately glanced around to make sure no one noticed. I headed as fast as I could back to the safety and privacy of my dorm room.

Once there, I emptied the contents of the wallet.

$4000 total.

No ID.

There was however, a wallet-sized high school graduation picture of a girl. She had shoulder-length golden-brown hair and a cheerleader smile. She was pretty and next thing I knew, I forgot about the cash and found myself staring at the picture. I got knocked out of my fugue when I heard footsteps outside. My roommate was due back any moment and I didn’t want him to catch me with all that cash so I put everything away but I held onto the photo.

I made inquiries about the girl in the photo. It took some time, but I finally found out her name was Rebecca but people called her Becky. Once I got a name, it was only a matter of time in finding her. She was a freshman who worked part-time at nights at the sports complex.

The sports complex was in the process of massive renovations. When I approached it, I swore it looked like a bomb hit. Once inside it didn’t take me long to find her. She was sitting inside the entrance booth. She didn’t look at all like the girl in the photo. Whereas the girl in the photo was bright-eyed and cheery, this girl looked sullen and bored.

“Becky?” I asked.

She looked up at me. I was half-expecting to see her smile but she didn’t. In fact, from the way she looked at me, it made me feel like I was bothering her.

“Yeah?” she answered.

“I…uh…I have something for you.”

I reached into my school bag and pulled out my .22. Becky didn’t have much of a chance to react when I double-tapped her in the head.

I quickly left by the side entrance. On my way back to the dorm I sent out a text on my burner phone.

“Job is done. I expect 2nd half of payment at the same spot.”