Chapter Nine
Mrs Tanaka was a small, pretty Japanese woman of about forty. Miss Bridget had told Purity that her husband was something big in the electronics industry and that the couple were wealthy. “It seems they spend quite a lot on their pleasures,” Bridget said. “So I’m keen to cultivate Mrs Tanaka. Make sure you are obedient; the Japanese rate that very highly, I believe.”
Purity stood outside the large mansion on the outskirts of town, admiring the carefully manicured lawns and gardens, with their many flowering shrubs. The door opened and Mrs Tanaka appeared, dressed in a traditional Japanese kimono. She bowed to Purity, who bowed back, somewhat awkwardly. Mrs Tanaka took her into a large comfortable room furnished in western style and invited her to sit on the sofa.
“You are a
