<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/1396d7e66db68cc1ab33e8568704bdf1.jpg)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Hitomi Hikaru</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://docs.google.com/document/d/1lglsCMkkovQ_gLB5Q-iAI6g7gRodmWAi_oeRE47G1EE/edit</div></div><br/>“What is it about dad's side of the family and that chair, anyway?” Hitomi had managed to ask the messenger who sent her here before he vanished—leaving her with a dearth of far more important questions unanswered.<br/><br/>It was a good thing the semester was wrapping up!  Hikari spent a day packing up and turning in her final projects early.  Around sundown she turned in the key to her dorm room for the break and hit the highway in her sturdy blue SUV.  She kept the sun at her back and drove through the night.  A snack and an few hours nap later, she hit the road again, singing merrily as she made her way through Death Valley at high noon.<br/><br/>By nightfall the lights of Vegas were on the horizon.  Hitomi checked into one of the expensive casino-hotels for the one ngiht, enjoyed the buffets and a few shows before catching a proper sleep.  She woke up late the next day and was soaking in a huge bubble bath when her phone broke into Groove Coverage's cover of 'Your Lips Are Poison”.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">I want to hold you but I'd better not touch...</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLRBTMjez6w</div></div><br/>Hitomi laughed as she rose, bubbles sluicing down her svelte form.  “Forgot I did that!”  She grabbed a few towels.  Throwing one over the bed, she poped down on it, hurriedly wiped her face dry, then her hands and arms.<br/><br/>Only then did she grab the phone.  The Japanese-Mediterranean girl purred softly at the picture of the caller.  Then she clicked answer and sing songed, “You must be Jessica.  Can't wait to meet you.  I'm checking out of the regency within the hour.  Want to meet me out front?  We can head over to Kurt Frieson's place.”