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Meiko Chapter 30 Warning [meiko30]
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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MEIKO contains the erotic adventures of the first woman Prime
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such material, please discontinue reading now.
Warning
Twenty minutes later Meiko emerged from another taxi at 395
Massachusetts Avenue, NE, on Capitol Hill, wearing an old pair of
blue jeans and a sweatshirt. She wrestled the heavy glass door
open and went inside.
"I need to see David," she said to the receptionist. Her
urgency made the words a command. "Tell him it's Meiko."
The receptionist picked up the telephone and announced her.
Fifteen seconds later David's teak door opened and he emerged with
a smile as broad as Texas on his face. It evaporated when he saw
her state. He had never seen her in a public place without perfect
attire and properly combed hair.
"What is it?" He asked with concern.
Meiko marched past him, grabbing his arm as she went, steering
him back into the office and closing the door.
"Seiji has arranged to have you killed before your testimony
about the dollar value," she blurted out, as soon as they were
alone.
"What?" David replied. "Don't be silly! Why would anyone
bother?"
"Because there are hundreds of billions of dollars worth of
purchasing power at stake," Meiko said, knowing that she had got it
right between billions and millions.
"Yes, there is a lot of money at stake," David said, "but
killing me won't stop the Congress's investigation. Surely, if I'm
killed they will want to know why, and they will investigate my
writings and speeches even further. Others will come to testify."
"Yes, but not like you. Not like someone who has lived and
breathed this issue for five years."
"What do you think is going to happen, then?" David said,
still not particularly concerned.
Meiko told the tale of the previous twenty-four hours. "I
don't know just how they will try," she continued. "They have your
picture and your office and home addresses, so they can pick their
time and place."
"Come home for dinner with me," David said, picking up the
telephone. "We can walk from here, and two people together are
safer than one." He winked at her to say that he was not going to
allow something like this to dampen his spirit. After speaking
into the telephone for a few moments, he said, "Jessica is
delighted! We've been wanting to entertain you for a long time."
His boyish grin leaked through the tension of the moment. "So it's
settled. Let's go!"
They stepped through the large glass outer door, which David
stopped to lock. It was dark outside, but streetlights maintained
a surreal glow all the way along the street, except where the shade
of a large tree cast a shadow across the sidewalk. Meiko surveyed
the scene, but did not notice the two young men standing behind a
hedge at the end of the street. Looking through the foliage, they
could see but not be seen.
David and Meiko came down the steps from the office door and
crossed the street at mid-block. They side stepped between the
cars parked along the street, and began walking toward Stanton
Park.
At a moment gauged to put them in front of David and Meiko
just when they were in the shade of the large tree, the two young
men nonchalantly stepped from behind the hedge. They wore dark
clothes and baseball caps, which shaded their features from the
light. It was impossible to get a sense of their appearance.
The two pairs met in the shadow of the tree. Just as they
did, David noticed the silver glint of a large revolver at the side
of one of the boys. The boys stopped in front of David and Meiko.
"Give us your money," the taller one said.
"Oh, sure," David responded, reaching for his wallet in his
hip pocket.
The gun began its arc upward toward David's belly. Meiko saw
it and acted instinctively.
"No!" She shouted, diving at the wicked device and putting
her body between David's and the barrel.
The revolver responded to her movement. "Pop! Pop!" As
quickly as Meiko had jumped, the boys shoved their way past David
and the crumbling Meiko, and ran down the street.
Meiko's body collapsed on the concrete, a pool of blood
coloring the grey at her abdomen.
"Call an ambulance," David shouted at another pair of
strollers half a block away. The two youths, suddenly frightened
by what they had done, turned right on 3rd Street and disappeared
into the night.
David used his pocket knife to slit Meiko's blue jeans and
shirt to bare the wounds. He found two circles of gushing red just
below the navel. He placed his left had across the openings and
pressed firmly, hoping he remembered his first aid.
"Are you Mr. Vandewater?"
"Yes," David responded to the green gowned surgeon seven hours
later.
"Your friend is going to make it, but ...
"But?"
"But we had to perform a hysterectomy," the doctor continued.
"These men used highly destructive ammunition. One bullet
obliterated the right ovary, while the other shredded her uterus.
There was nothing else we could do. I'm sorry."
Tears ran down David's face. He saw himself in his old
Chevrolet, rushing down the New York Thruway to where his mother
had her hysterectomy. "Don't worry," she had said, "I can still
have sex," as if it were an issue between them.
"Can I see her?" David asked.
"Not just now," the doctor said. "She's heavily sedated. Why
don't you come back in the morning?"
"Weeks passed," Meiko said. "David and Jessica took me into
their home. They protected me like a member of the family."
"And what happened to David's testimony?" Noriko asked.
"Oh, he gave it. But nobody listened. The Congress had been
brain washed by the simplistic idea, put forward by famous
economists, that a low valued dollar meant more exports. And it
did! The trouble was the cost to the American economy as a whole.
David's rough estimate was a trillion dollars per year in lost
purchasing power."
"Well, at least we Japanese can be thankful for their
stupidity," Noriko observed.
"Yes," Meiko replied. "When I was Prime Minister, I always
promoted a strong yen. I still do. That's one of the many
valuable lessons I learned from David.
"What happened to Seiji and Kurokawa?" Noriko asked.
"They were both tried for conspiracy to commit murder, and
sentenced to life imprisonment. Even Kajima was arrested at the
airport and sentenced to ten years in prison for his role. I came
back the following year for the trials. It was a very sad time,
but at least I had a chance to know David and Jessica in a
different way, as old and cherished friends."
"What happened to Midori?"
"She was shocked by what happened, of course," Meiko replied.
"She came to visit me in the hospital, and said she was divorcing
Seiji. She asked me to contact her when I returned to Japan."
"I'm almost surprised that you did, though, considering your
long relationship with Seiji."
"Yes, that might seem odd to some," Meiko admitted. "But
Midori and I had both lost to the male dominated system. She was
a nightingale in a gilded cage, while I had become a traditional
courtesan. When I returned to Japan, we visited often and time
licked our wounds. Gradually we knew that we must do something for
change. And Aoki had her idea."
Meiko rose and went to the sideboard by the wall of her
western sitting room. She picked up a diorama with rich blues,
greens and browns, carried it back to the tea table and set it
before Noriko.
"What is this?" Noriko asked.
"This was David's gift, at the end of the trial. It's
symbolic of my life."
Inside the large glass case was a beautifully done beach scene
with blues and greens in the sea, white foam in the breakers, real
sand, a dark brown pier with creosote slapped onto the pilings, and
four amber glass fishing floats, about one inch in diameter. The
disproportion of the fishing floats drew the eye to them. One was
on the pier; one was tangled in a net lying on the beach; one was
simply lying on the beach; and one was bobbing in the sea offshore.
Next to the float entangled in the net were a pair of child's
scissors. They seemed out of place.
"'This gift represents your life,' David said, when he gave it
to me on the day before I was to return to Japan, and Aoki's home
in Hayama. By then, David had become interested in psychology and
the concept of the Self. 'The amber fishing floats represent your
Soul in different situations,' he explained.
"David always drew me into his world with his intense
interests. 'The ideal,' he continued, 'is to free your Soul to
float on the sea of happiness and peace. But there are many
obstacles. The float on the pier represents the times in your life
when obstacles built by others have separated you from your goal.
In those times, you needed someone else, like the admiral, to place
you back in the sea.'
"'Sometimes forces beyond your control sweep you onto the
beach,' he said. 'I know you felt badly when I married Jessica,
but each Soul must find its peace, and Jessica is my Soulmate.
Though such a situation can leave you spiritually on the beach,
there are forces of nature that can refloat you. The tides will
raise the water level and provide relief for this kind of grief.
"'The float in the net represents entanglements of our own
making,' David's eyes turned devilish. 'You and I found ourselves
cut off from the sea when we went on our butterfly hunts. Perhaps
you have done it again,' he added gently, 'in your dealings with
Seiji.'
"My wounds were healed by then, but David's comment twisted in
my stomach like a knife. I knew he was right. And I knew that I
had to spend some time on the beach at Hayama, just walking, before
I would know what to do next."
"What about the scissors?" Noriko asked, wanting to fully
understand the scene.
"'The scissors are my answer to the net,' David said. 'When
we find ourselves entangled by our own actions, we must cut
ourselves free.' So I did. And Midori did too. We both returned
to Japan, and in our quiet time, and our time together and with
Aoki, we decided what we must do to stop the outrageous things
people do in the system.
"Now, our effort must seem small ... "
"On the contrary, Meiko-san!" Noriko protested. "You are
still the only woman to have served as Prime Minister. You opened
the eyes of many women."
"Yes, I suppose so," Meiko said, "but the changes have been
slow ... too slow." Her face emerged from her downtrodden trance,
and she looked at Noriko with a smile. "But that's why we're
writing this book, isn't it? When it's published I'll know I have
done what I can do."
"Yes," Noriko said. "And that's a lot. More than any other
woman has done to shine a light on the shadow. At least in this
country."
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