When the elevator finally reached the lobby we exited quickly and Mariko guided me to the reception desk where she and the security guard were obviously expecting us. In front of the desk was a motorcycle courier dressed in leather and he looked each of us over from head to toe with a leer. I handed him the envelope and he began writing out a receipt. As he wrote I looked around the lobby and saw that everyone was staring at us. Beyond the glass entry doors pedestrians and cars went by and it felt I'd fallen into a crazy, surreal dream.

The courier finished writing out the receipt and tore it from his book and handed it to me. Then he took one last look at my breasts and turned and strode toward the exit.