MIRROR: Download from MEGA Click Here! THE TICKLISH TRAVELS OF RACHEL COOK PART SIX â€“ BACK IN TOKYO â€œI am so sorry, Miss Cook, there has been a booking problem with this flight and we can accommodate one of you, either yourself or your travel partner. We have a seat available on our Honolulu flight tomorrow night, though, and we will provide hotel accommodation and meals in the meantime. Now I need to know which of you will fly today, and which of you will stay in Tokyo overnight.â€ â€œI think that I should stay overnight, Ed,â€ said Rachel, â€œso that you can look after the equipment. Itâ€™s already on the plane. Iâ€™ll just sleep and lay around the hotel pool while I wait for my flight. Iâ€™ll be okay.â€ It was an unexpected problem with the airline. Rachel and her cameraman were on a flight from Hon Chi Minh City, formerly Saigon, enroute to their next stop in Hawaii. This required a change of planes at Tokyo International Airport. When they arrived in Tokyo to check in for the Honolulu flight, however, there had been a booking error and only one seat was available on the plane to Honolulu. One of the two would have to overnight at Narita and take the late evening flight to Hawaii on the following day. Rachel decided that Ed should go ahead, since the camera and his equipment were already on the plane. The customer agent gave Rachel a voucher for the ride to the hotel, which was only five minutes or so from the terminal. The car was already waiting for Rachel when she made her way down to the arrivals level. All she had, of course, was her carryon bag and her purse, since her luggage had gone on to Honolulu. It wasnâ€™t too bad, though, since she had the cosmetics she needed, her toothbrush and her nightie in the carryon bag. It was quite a nice car â€“ a large Toyota with a partition between the driver and the passengers. Rachel did not notice that doors locked and a gas started to enter the passenger compartment. Moments later, she yawned and fell asleep. When she woke up, Rachel found herself in the sidecar of a motorcycle, which had a completely closed compartment with a tinted windshield. Her wrists had been placed in leather restraints behind her back and a seatbelt held her perfectly in place. She tried to get loose, but that was of no avail. Her hands were perfectly held behind her back and the seatbelt held her in her seat. She could not see who was driving the motorcycle as there was no window on the side where the motorcycle was attached. She had no choice but to sit in the sidecar and watch the signs and buildings go by. After about forty minutes, the same kind of gas put her to sleep again. A little while later, Rachel began to stir. To her it seemed that no time had passed at all. She had no dreams or thoughts or sense of time while she was unconscious. But she was immediately aware that she was flat on her back in a spreadeagle position â€“ her hands up past her head and her legs spread widely apart. Her eyes flashed open and she immediately realized she was naked too. Yasuhiro Kato, the Japanese billionaire who had tickled her for hours in her hotel when she had been in Tokyo three weeks earlier was seated near the table to which she was secured. He was just watching her. Rachel looked around, first up at her wrists, then down at her legs, and then, when she noticed him, at him. She saw her clothes neatly folded on a cart nearby. She pulled her arms and legs to try to release herself but this was of no avail. She wasnâ€™t going anywhere.