Tag Archives: katsumi

Extreme Japan Reloaded

Katsumi Reloaded Part 1 – Avenger Again Two years had elapsed since her revenge had been completed on Jiro. The thrill of that night still brought a smile to her lips. She had fended off the questions of the police. Her wig and makeup combining to confuse the security guard enough to make her unidentifiable […]

Extreme Japan 3

When Eri left later that morning she took a piece of Katsumi with her. Katsumi had only ever let one other person do that to her and she’d paid the price for it. They had both been 16. Miho had met Katsumi a week after her father had “left”. Katsumi had spent much of her […]

Extreme Japan 2

Katsumi hung her waitress outfit in the bathroom from the shower rail. It was soaked from the pouring rain. She walked around her tiny apartment naked, except for a pair of skimpy white briefs. She didn’t feel hungry, but felt she ought to eat something so indulged her passion for potato chips with labels in […]

Extreme Japan 1

Norio stood upright, the twelve hours he had spent at the office leaving little visible impact on him. His clothes were still un-creased, as if they had been freshly pressed, his hair was in place, briefcase held at his side as he hung on to the rail of the subway car. Only his eyes told […]

Extreme Japan 3

When Eri left later that morning she took a piece of Katsumi with her. Katsumi had only ever let one other person do that to her and she’d paid the price for it. They had both been 16. Miho had met Katsumi a week after her father had “left”. Katsumi had spent much of her […]

Extreme Japan 2

Katsumi hung her waitress outfit in the bathroom from the shower rail. It was soaked from the pouring rain. She walked around her tiny apartment naked, except for a pair of skimpy white briefs. She didn’t feel hungry, but felt she ought to eat something so indulged her passion for potato chips with labels in […]

Extreme Japan 1

Norio stood upright, the twelve hours he had spent at the office leaving little visible impact on him. His clothes were still un-creased, as if they had been freshly pressed, his hair was in place, briefcase held at his side as he hung on to the rail of the subway car. Only his eyes told […]