Solving The Japanese Problem
May, 1992
Is there a restaurant in Chicago called the Water Tower something? Then that's the place. Lots of glass, as I remember. We were in a booth. I had on my fake hair. A big, long nylon sort of blondishred chignon that I would sometimes pin on top of my head and other times on the back of my head--I don't remember where the chignon was that particular night. I remember my dress. I had only one. And I always wore a pair of panties, a panty girdle, a bra, stockings, a full slip and dress shields.He was...
