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Pure white panties with a ribbon imitating a petal of cherry blossoms was covering the slightly swollen shame-hill of a well-propotioned figure.

I held both parts of string on the left and right side of the ilium-bone respectively, so that I could pull down the panty smoothly. Milky white translucent skin, shaped up well around the belly, good form of the ass upward and the slim legs stretched, which were absolutely impeccable.

The lining of the panties emerged after both parts of string were pulled down about 10cm below the shame-hill. The hill that appeared was shyly smiling at me. There wasn't hair at all contrary to her mature body. There had to be an odorless garden hiding shyly.

"What are you doing!" Yuko's voice.
"Oh no.., that's rude! What would happen if shop people find you!"
Yuko was standing angrily, and a little amazed next to me.
"It's a Joke, just a joke!"
The female mannequin was standing facing two customers and smiling emotionlessly.


- Takayuki Ninomiya.
A bachelor and self-proclaimed artist.
I had been a cohabitant of Yoko and had been dating with her for a long time. So we were doing shopping a nearby department store on Sunday. It appeared that there were a lot of items in art and design where most of young girls are usually willing to visit.

A department store "Olympic Minawa" in Arakawa ward in Tokyo was far close to Yuko's apartment. It took just a few minutes on foot to the shop. I guessed that it was her choice because she prefered to walk arround nearby. For example a shopping mall near Minawa station. That traditional town "Shitamachi" gave me something ease like nature in rural area, also it consisted of residents having a sense of natural feeling.

I was leaving there without putting the panty back to the same position exactly where it was.
"Go back and fix it!" Yuko shouted.
"All right."
I reluctantly sat down just before the hairless woman once again.
"2cm beneath its crotch is too short for the eros? Slightly twisted might be more erotic, but there would be possible to kill its artistic impression... It's very difficult for understanding the balance of eros and art.."
Yuko was getting angry with my inefficiency.
"Gon!!"
Her heavy fist fell on the top of my head.
"Oh.. bitch!"
"What are you moaning!"
Yuko's face turned red angrily.

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"OK, I'm going."
"Be careful."
Yuko was seeing off me while painting her lips with a red lip cream. She looked a cool career woman under her perfect makeup. Contrarily, I didn't care about my cloths. I was wearing uniform given by the company I was working at. And I'd also got heavy safety shoes.

Other people passing by us on streets, might had thought that we were going to attend together to our job each in very early morning at the same time after a love affair, because of her cool-looking like a pub hostess and my dirty uniform cloths like a construction worker. That was why Yuko usually went to her job after I left her apartment.

Though I graduated from an art university, my economical situation had faced tough time. So I was working as a part-time employee for living with her. This was so pathetic even if she had said that I shouldn't care about my status. My passion for art had been gradually fading.

It would take more than one hour between Arakawa ward and Tsuchiura-shi by the Jyoban-line. But I chose this job, because the high salary and full-allowance of the expense to commute. The number of the commuter bound for Tsuchiura station from Ueno station in the morning would be much less than its opposite direction. So I could usually wear such dirty or loose sort of cloth when I was going to my part time job. We could more often observed working people in constraction-related companies in the train bound for Tsuchiura on the Jyoban Line than any other line.

"Good morning!"
I opend a door with a poster written as "Goanzen-ni" which means "Secure". Experiment facility, size of a 25m pool, it had a small administrating room on the corner. There were the previous generation of personal computers and printers anywhere in the room, also some helmets and musty uniform in cardboard boxes.

Though many big companies had some dispatched cleaners in early morning to clean, this facility had never had such cleaners, even though such cleaners had come to another office on this site, but not for this facility.
So in any cases the cleaning here had to be done by part-time and related company workers voluntarily. Becasue the members working here were all lazy so that we didn't need to care about the messiness.

"Morning.."
Naito was smoking there. He was an employee of a related company of this company. "Related" means in short "subcontractor". Naito usually called the president of his company "Father", at first I couldn't understand why he called his boss so though.

The corporation I was working, had been developing some kinds of concrete block for water-related region. The blocks developed in that facility, were basically employed for rivers. They were sometimes used as fish's house.
In recent years, the development of environmentally friendly and considerable concrete blocks was rapidly advanced.

"Good morning"
I could hear a voice from my back. The person, wearing the construction style uniform with the company's logo on the breast pocket, being an administrator of the facility and a head of a section in the company. He was called "Arita-kacho" which means "Arita sectional head".

He seemed to lack his dignity and impression a little bit for such a construction field. However, his good personality as an representative in the construction field had worked well even though there had been lots of rowdy people. I had been aware of that his "head" title also working as well, especially when serious or acute problem had occured. Anyway he was middle-aged but still single.

"Why don't you start working, Naito-san?"
Arita-kacho was greeting Naito-san who was sitting on a chair in a corner of the room. It looked to be a honorable pipe chiair that could be only sit for the head among workers here. It was mostly owned by Naito-san in late weeks.
"Oh.. sorry boss."
Naito made a response as usual. In fact, Naito-san was the site foreman there. Arita-kacho was just coming and looking around a few times a day.

This corporation had provided a room of the dormitory for co-workers to stay if it would take more than three monthes to complete their job.
The dormitory had a second floor and a sharing bath room. Each room also had a key lock, but only would work from inside. The morning meals on weekday seemed convenient and healthy for the single.

Occasionally at night, we could hear mah-jonng sound from someone's room. However some younger employees hated such relationship with their bosses, and some of them rented their own aprtments somewhere else to avoid such communal lives. Of course if the employee rent an apartment, the company would give them some extra money as a subsidy, but he would have to pay the rest of rent money from his salary. In addition they had to cook their own breakfast and dinner or had to go out for them. For an aspect of their savings and healths, a dormitory for single lives would seem to be more helpful.
Old corporation-related dormitories were fading more and more, even though it would help their comunication and relationship well among employees, bosses and subcontractors.

Naito-san was trusted by Arita-kacho already. He had been staying the dormitory beyond a year. Naito-san became a member of the dormitory, becasue of the laziness and transportation cost to go home everyday. But he'd never looked single though.
The relationship among those two had been already transcended the relationship between original and its sub contractors. Eating meals together, having same baths might help Naito-san to join the dormitory as a member.

"You don't need to pay your yesterday's debt back to me, Arita-kacho."
Naito-san said so loudly from the back of the room.
"Hey.. you always play mah-jongg dirtily, Naito-san.."
Arita-kacho's face looked a little bit tired, had to be because of last night's mah-jongg game.
"To get win is necessary when you win."
The fire on a cigarette on his right hand was extinguished in an ashtray.
"Do you often play mah-jongg at that dormitory?" I asked.
"Oh yeah.. do you wanna play with us?" Arita-kacho replyed and invited me to join.

Naito-san always had been going to get a win every time rather than to entertain his boss. No making allowance was supposed to be done since the biginning of the game. I wondered how he could had got such a sophisticated skill. One of the reasons might be he ad been working and traveling around the contry for his jobs.

"I only have played mah-jongg on my computer." I said.
"Oh.., we can't have an invitation and force you to do.." Arita-kacho said.
"Well, do you play hanafuda?" Arita-kacho asked.
"Hanafuda?" I had an instant reaction.
"Is that collecting same kind of cards, something like 'ino-shika-chou'?"
I asked to sound like having an interest in it with a curious look.
"Oh.. yeah that's it.."
Arita-kacho was being surprised at my attitude that was suddenly altered.
"Maybe I could do that kind of card game instead of mah-jongg."
"Oops, have you done with it?" Arita-kacho said with a bright face.
"Yeah my father sometimes played with me when I was a child."
"Oh really? How your father is rare these days!"

I had been worried working there at first, becasue I thought I had to play mah-jongg or hanafuda with those at the dormitory. In the contrary, most dormitories of the construction corporations might be the same I guessed, and what kind of game for man was very similar to games done everywhere all the time. It was only a good thing among a regulation that any woman couldn't stay or live in the dormitory. We couldn't play such games even it if there were a woman staying there.

"Hey.. you must be a victim!"
Naito was playing with a cigarette on his palm.
"Oh.. I am not!" I complain.
"Okay.. we can have a new rule for you such as that the winner will get a tip as much as his salary. Then you would get a tip more than us!"
"Hey Naito-san.. we don't usually have such a rule." Arita-kacho said.
"Hah.. that's only for him!" Naito stood up his chair.
"You are always a glib talker."
"Hehe.."
Naito was grinning while scratching his head with a cigarette.

Naito was always laughing foolishly.
We often could had listened to his heroic episodes at every drinking party. And he was still rambunctious even though he was middle-aged. His own stories sometimes made me worry about if his life goes on when he was talking deeply into the troublesome experiences. However his root of character seemed nice enough to get involved with him. For example, a word "duty" would be suitable for impression of his humanity.

"Hey Ninomiya-chan, let's do today's job!"
Naito called me "Ninomiya-chan", which didn't mean that he treated me as a child. He had rarely called others without "-chan", but only for Arita-kacho with "-san".
"Well."
I replyed and stood up.
It would be tough for our bodies to work in summer in the facility. Just because it would be extremely hot in there. If some works hadn't finished in the morning, it would be a nightmare in the afternoon to complete the remaining work in the day.

So-called constraction physical work was very tough for me. Occasionally it was one of the most unbearable work to continue, even though I had experienced lots of other jobs as part-time worker so far. But there was a good reason to continue, which was drinking a huge cup of beer after such a tough work.

Sunset always closed our examinations of the day. So we often had gone for a drinking party with companions after then. It was one of my few pleasures. There was no woman worker among us, so we didn't need to have taking care of ourselves. And of course the destination of the drinking parties was a sort of rude pub which beautiful ladies would serve alcohols with sexy dresses.

"Where is Tanaka-chan?" Naito said.
"Tanaka" was another part-time worker and a new comer. He looked younger than me. After graduating from a high school, he seemed to have had nothing to do then had applied to this job. At the first time, he sometimes didn't come to work by making some reasons, but Naito seriously got angry with him once, then he became so quit and had had nothing to talk with us unless when he had needed to talk. But I was taking care of him as a succession of part-time workers.

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"Yes OK."
A mold was set.
Today's our job was the production of a block for its experiments. The concrete block would be examined after this procedure. Then the output data would be also submitted to Arita-kacho later. Based on these experimental data, details of the block would be taken into consideration, and company would make a decision whether it would be possible to develop that block seriously or not.

Unlike any other constraction works outsides like putting concrete blocks beside rivers by machines, this only needed some knowledge and experience. For the first time I was very carefully operating them under Naito's advice. It took about a month for me to be a skilled operator for these procedures. So that I became to be able to teach Tanaka how to operate them lately.

Naito didn't seem to be used to handle Tanak, who was a new generation, so that I was taking care of Tanaka who was as close as my age instead of Naito. It was natural to have some relationship between Tanaka as a part-time worker.

"Sorry.."
Tanaka was entering the facility with a front door left to be opened. It was an hour and half already had passed since an operation of the day had started.

Only one person's lateness to come would delayed the proceeding of the day in the field of constraction site. Naito had a policy that coming late would be done by the person making fool of the job. There was another reason why we wouldn't allow any worker to come late, it would encourage all workers to think our work loose.

"I'm always asking you.. Tanaka-chan."
Naito had a wry smile, he was a little bit angry.
"......"
But Tanaka went away to the administrative room without greeting even seeing Naito after that.
He had been clearly avoiding and having a distance from Naito.
"I must beat him someday.."
I was warried about Naito-san, even if it was a joke his scary appearance let me imagine it like a reality.

In fact, he didn't have the ring finger..
Once I had asked Naito about his finger before, but he had answered that he had lost the finger at a war. Then how old was he then? The answer was incredible at all. After that, I had never asked about the thing, because it must be a sensitive thing for him.

"Sorry.."
Tanaka got dressed in work cloths and he was walking to close to us, where was a opposite position from Naito.
"Hey.., we are all waiting for you! Why don't you think our examinations would be delayed?"
Naito was glaring up Tanaka. Naito looked similar to be a young thug. That made me something strange and funny becasue of his old enough that could be laughed for his age.
"Na.. Naito-san.." Takayuki said.
"He despises what we are doing here and us." Naito said so while putting his both eyes on Tanaka's face.
"......"
Tanaka said nothing at all, but it was not because of his fear, rather despising or understanding Naito.
After Naito got angry, Tanaka became very quiet. However it seemed that Tanaka had something different attitudes from before.

"Hey Tanak-san.., coming here late will annoy us and the processes of experiments here, don't be late as much as possible any longer."
"Oh.. sorry.." Tanaka replyed and bowed.
"Shit.."
Naito didn't seem to forgive Tanaka.

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"Take care."
Today's examinations were finished at punctually time 5:20pm. Still in the early evening, it became a little cooler than in the afternoon in the facility.
"Hey.."
Tanaka was standing beside me.
"What?"
I replyed reluctantly.
"A little.. sorry."
Tanaka was pointing to a corner of the room, hiding from Naito.
Beside Naito was smoking, I glanced at Naito and made Tanaka follow after me to one of the other corners. Naito didn't seem to be noticing at our moves.

"So.. "
"In fact.. I am goint to quit soon here..."
Tanaka murmured. He looked a little bit upset.
"But.. you recently have been mastered some procedures here.., it don't bother me but.. any problem?"
I was scheming to extract the reason why he was goint to quit here.
"Oh, Yes."
But Tanaka seemd reluctant to talk any more.
"It doesn't matter what sort of job?" I confirmed.
"Yeah.. it doesn't matter at all.." Tanaka said.
Naito was playing with a cigarette smoke while watching arround.
"At least current examinations should be handled with you, and we also will have to find the replacement instead of you."
In fact if he would leave here, the amount of work that we had to handle should be increased, in addition the deadline of a set of the examinations was already decided, it couldn't be delayed so easily for this sort of reason.

"At first you should ask Arita-kacho anyway." I said.
"Yes, I will do it tomorrow.."
And Tanaka left.

After a while, just before leaving the facility,
"Is he going quit here?"
Naito was next to me and asked me.
"Oh.. yes he said so.." I said with surprised.
"Fuck! He's never appreciated how much we have been taking care of him!"
But in fact, who was taking care of him, was almost me. Additionally for Tanaka, that was why he was going to quit.
"Oh.. but that's his choice.."
Typical Japanese Takayuki was going to make any trouble calmed down.
"He is so selfish and morose!" Naito said passionately.

"Who is morose?"
Arita-kacho was imperceptibly close to us. I turned around surprisingly and was amazed.
"Oh, Arita-kacho!"
I handed a job diary to his hand as usual.
"So who is morose?" Arita-kacho asked it again.
"Oh.. we were talking about Tanaka-san.." I said.
"Is he morose?"
Arita-kacho frowned upon and leaned his head.
"No.. that is.. just his recent attitude.."
"He just hate to work here!" Naito shouted.
"Hey.."
I was looking at Naito.
"He just said so, just short while ago!"
His huge ears could seem to hear any talking with Tanaka.
"Well ..."
Arita-kacho was considering for a while and,
"I have to ask why he is going to quit, and it doesn't matter so much to me honestly."
Arita-kacho was reading the job diary.

"He seemed to dislike me!"
After a while, Naito said.
"Oh no.. he is very young in comparison with you, Naito-san.. take it easy for him.." Arita-kacho said.
"Oh well.."
Scratching his head, Naito had a wry smile and was bowing several times.
It appeared to occur the same things before I had joined to these members. Arita-kacho might had been having much longer relationship with Naito than me.

Naito was a man who was difficult to be dealt with certainly, especially to young people. He was like a movie character or an adult grown up with kids mind in the neighborhood around showa-era.
But after having to talk with him everyday, I could acknowledged his reliable and funny points, young people didn't seem to like such a characteristic old man.

"In any case I will ask him directly sooner or later. Since these examinations should be done among these member including him if possible. I will persuade him later. Is that all right?" Arita-kacho asked.
"I don't care.." Naito said with a wry smile.
"Keeping him for a while is likely to be a good idea."
I said and agreed with Arita-kacho.
"Okay."
"See you tomorrow."
Arita-kacho left the administrating room.
"Take care."
"See you."
We both left the facility.

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"Fu.."
A bath after the physically tough work gave me full of relief, especially own bath tub.

"Here is your under wear."
It was early for Yuko to come home today, for that she could control her schedule.

"Oh, it was a good bath."
Yuko was watching me who was wiping its soaked body in the dining room.
"Hey! you should go to the bath room and wipe yourself!"
She was laughing at me and glancing at mine.
"Ok, ok"
I intended to get complained anyhow.

"Do we have any beer in our refrigerator?"
I asked her from the bath room.
"Yeah.. one canned beer is here."
Yuko said while opening the refrigerator, and she took it.

"Pushu!"
The pull ring was taken from the canned beer, the bobble liquid was making flood diring my throat. My organs was absorbing the freshness.
"Goku.. Goku.."
Yuko was watching me sitting beside calmly.
"Puhaaa.. happy happy.."
I dimed my eyes and looking up ceiling toward.
"Give me some!"
Yuko hold out her glass and begged me after she drank all her water in her glass.
"Wm..." I reluctantly murmured.
"Put a little bit!" Yuko complained.
"Well.. half of this."
I poured the half of the remainder of beer into her glass sulky.
"Only this?" Yuko looked unsatisfied.
"You should get another one by yourself."
I said so and continued to drink the remaining of beer in a hurry.
Contrary Yuko drank it all at once.
"Fuu..."
Unsatisfied feeling left on Yuko's face.

"Hey Takayuki, Are your job busy lately?"
Leaving some lack of fulfillment, Yuko changed the topic to talk about.
"Wmm.. yeah.. it's very toughness but I can regard this job as an sort of exercise." I said.
"And good wage." Yuko said.
"Yeah, just becasue it's a rare sort of job"
"Wmm.. Do you use any PCs?"
Her interest was almost computer-relations.
"Yeah.. We are using an old PC for saving data of results of examinations."
The PCs employed for saving data of experiments was actually old and poor brain enough to be the secondhand. We usually used such old PCs at a messy and dirty circumstances such as concrete dust and debris that should influenced or damaged to them. That was why boss wouldn't give us high quality those. However that was a reasonable idea since the operation didn't need good enough brain like as supercomputers.

"Sometimes working such a messy and dirty construction job is welcomed in contrary to a working facing a PC everyday lonelily."
Yuko appeared to get tired of her deskwork. But I guessed that she just might imagine construction world as an imagination from TV.

"So, do you come tomorrow with a helmet?"
"One person are goint to quit, so we need to find the replacement to go on that examinations, can you consider it seriously?"
"Oh.. joke joke! Don't take it seriously!"
"Wmm.. it would be easier for me if you are a subordinate. Anyway.. I don't know whether he truly quit or not."

I drank all remainder of beer at once murmuring so.
"Ah.."
Yuko was vocanity gazing at my face with her mouth opened.

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