Japan? I’ll tell you---he is setting up some screwed software that will control all of Japan’s computer systems. The software will make the Japanese people worse that they already are. Do you know how the Japanese people live?
Susan coughed on a piece of bread but washed it down with some tonic. Her stomach was feeling better.
Japan is a mess—50% of all men in Japan cheat on their wives!
Susan coughed again and swallowed her whole gin and tonic. The letter was making sense to her.
I am your only friend---but please don’t tell your husband. I am going to help you but I can’t if you say anything to him. I work for a very important secret agency and I need your special help. I’ll tell you more at later time. Please keep me a secret.
I’ll write later,
Your Friend Eddy
DEFENDING…DEFENDING…DEFENDING…
********END OF MESSAGE
Susan felt good about knowing something that her husband didn’t know. She now had a friend—it was exhilarating.
At the back of the plane Robert sat in front of Jimmy and Lisa sipping a beer. A loud and somewhat drunk Australian wearing a cowboy hat was sitting next to Robert. He was speaking to an Indian gentleman to his left. "Like I sez, mate…the Japanese is beautiful people…especially the women." "My name is Patel, nice to meet you. I’ve never been to Japan" replied the Indian man. "Name’s Logan, lived in Japan for ten years, best place in the world, mate" The Aussie lit his cigarette and took in a long drag. He blew out smoke out into a circular ring. It was a practiced exhale. "Are you married?" asked Patel. "Sure am—on my second—the first was a bag lunch—Heh!" Logan slapped Robert’s leg and laughed to himself. "What do you mean by bag lunch? Is that like a lovemarriage or fixed?" asked Patel. The Aussie turned and looked at Robert as if they were old friends. "The guy wants to know what I mean by bag lunch." The Aussie chuckled again. "Yeah the first was both-- fixed love I guess. I knocked her up and her Dad said that if I didn’t marry ‘er he’d shoot me dead. Funny how love of your own ass can move a man’s heart. Are you married lad?" Patel shook his head, "No, not yet. " "Good thing because taking a woman from the US to Japan is like taking a brown bag lunch to a five star smorgasbord. Who needs the bag lunch? Heh!" Robert cringed in anticipation of a slap but it didn’t come. "The woman are pretty in Japan?" asked Patel. The Aussie looked at Robert. "Are these guys from India for real? You know what I’m talking about---don’t’ ya?" Robert nodded his head to avoid the discussion. "I knew you did." Logan looked back at Patel. "Hey, Patel, listen to me. Japan is a man’s world—it’s the only one left. I had a forty-year-old baggy ass, pain in the ass, nagging wife that I kept around for eighteen years before I got to Japan. She drove me nuts for the eighteen years we were married. Then she left me for a lawyer. Found this pretty and nice little twenty-eight year-old who treats me like a king. Been married to my second now for eight happy years. I’ll be forty-eight next month." "Well I am glad to see you are happy that you had a lovemarriage" "Happy? Hell yeah. Who wouldn’t" The Aussie smiled to himself took another puff from his cigarette. Robert finished his drink and turned back to Jimmy and Lisa. "I’m gonna go up front with Mom. Stay out of trouble guys." Robert thought about Susan and the things that had changed in the last five years. He closed his eyes and went to sleep rather than speak to Logan or anyone else.
Chapter 4: Psychedelic Narita
Date: A few years back, in 2015 … Place: Earth Location: Paris
"A raccoon tangled with a 26,000 volt line today. The results blacked out Narita Airport, 1,400 homes and, of course, one raccoon." – Narita Airport