James quickly pulled up his pants and ran out of the room. And it was just in time too, because just a second after he was gone, the front door opened and Kamiko's husband walked in. He decided to not stick around to hear their conversation, so he headed to the backdoor and left the house.
"Man, that was lucky," he whispered to himself, as he slowly crept through the backyard, then down the sideyard towards his UPS truck.
"Excuse me, what were you doing in the Meshida's backyard?" a woman suddenly asked him.
He turned and looked at the woman. She was maybe about 40 years old and was dressed in a professional woman's blouse and pantsuit, and had her dark hair pulled back into a bun. A totally conservative office look. She was thin with small breasts, but not ugly. Her purse was slung over her shoulder and her keys were in her hand. Apparently, she was leaving for work.
James had to think of a good excuse and fast. He didn't want Kamiko's husband to find out about the little affair he had with his wife. This nosy neighbor might give him away.
"I was, uh ..." James began, but he never got to finish. Suddenly, the seemingly uptight woman dropped her keys and her purse and ran over to him, first embracing him, then plunging her tongue deep into his mouth. And as they kissed, James felt the woman trying to pull down his pants. What the hell was happening? This was the second woman to suddenly start acting like a slut in the last ...
James paused, as his eyes went wide. That weird note he read earlier. The wish on it actually came true! Kamiko wasn't normally a slut, and neither was this woman. James made them sluts!
He pushed the woman off of him, frightened about what was happening. The woman looked disappointed. She apparently really wanted to have sex with him. Normally, he wouldn't mind, but this situation was so messed up. First of all, they were outside near the street, so anyone could see them (although, the woman didn't seem too concerned about that), and second of all (most importantly, actually), that wish that James read was actually coming true. That meant that the next eight women that he met ... would become sluts, just like Kamiko and this woman.
The woman (he still didn't know her name) sauntered up to him and shoved her hand down his pants. Apparently, she figured that if she couldn't give James a blowjob, then she could at least give him a handjob. But James was too freaked out about what was happening to go along with it. He pushed her away, causing her to pout again, then turned and ran away towards his truck.
But when he finally got to his truck, he saw that the woman was chasing after him. She had a crazed lustful look in her eyes that actually kind of scared him. He'd never be able to start up the vehicle and get away before she got there, so he took his only remaining option. He ran. He left his truck and made a beeline for one of the houses down the street. Once inside someone's house, he could easily keep the woman away from him. Maybe once she saw that he wasn't interested, she'd go find someone else.
As he ran, he briefly wondered who this woman was. He had a feeling that she might have been one of those straight-laced conservative corporate women, who frowned at men who saw women as sex objects. Well, now she might have just become what she feared - a sex object. Although, at the moment, she didn't seem too upset about it.
James spotted a house with a couple of cars parked in the front. More people meant more protection. He ran up to the door and rang the doorbell, hoping that someone would open the door as quickly as possible.
