I Love You, Mrs. Ito

Mrs. Ito has run the corner shop the five years I’ve lived in town. She never wore flattering outfits, but even the ugly grays and tans couldn’t hide her firm body. When I noticed her unusually distracted two months ago and she mentioned that sales were down, I explained that she had one more thing to sell. I purchased her obedience that day-and her body. The bookish shopkeeper works her shift and then reports each night to her quarters where I keep her. Her husband, overseas, will never get that plane ticket he was promised. I have booked his unlucky wife in perpetuity.