Chapter 9With his hands on the steering wheel of hand-sewn leather and every button anyone would ever need, Kenta felt better already. He tested the tight turn of the wheel as he pulled onto the Shuto Expressway south. His ass cheek still hurt, but less than before he got some sleep.
A long drive over Tokyo Bay Aqua-Line highway would help him focus. Whipping over the bridge, water on both sides, sky above, engine humming, chassis lifting with the crosswind, felt like flying. The bridge was the best place to think clearly.
It was also the best place to get a blowjob. He flipped through his cellphone contacts, looking back and forth from the screen to the cars. A lot of women owed him money, but not all of them woke up early. He scrolled through the list. The kanji of women’s names read l
