"Am I speaking to Takashi Arishima? I'm Yukimi Arishima." It was the first time I heard her voice. She was my stepmother, my dad's new wife. Me and mom had escaped him years ago. He was an abusive bastard, and since then we'd never met or spoken once. Now it seemed he was in the hospital. "Um!" she said, "If you have some time, Takashi, can we meet?" Something in her voice. Not too high or low, it got right in my ears. I admit I was intrigued. I just had to see this woman who would grace my worthless father. The intrigue lubricated my thoughts, and I felt myself getting horny. "......I understand. Let's meet this Sunday." My voice was soft. I hung up. What did she look like? What sort of body? What sort of...