The G16 line was crowded this time of the morning – exactly the way Yoshida Tayuka liked it. Tokyo is chock-full of beautiful girls, he mused. The trick is finding the very best of them. That's what made this more than a hobby. Yoshida considered himself an artist of sorts, a master of finding the true diamonds among the lesser gemstones.

This one, though – this one was special even among Yoshida's finds. It wasn't just her physical beauty – her delicate face, her slim yet shapely build. More than that, there was a purity about her, a radiant goodness that was utterly alluring. For just a moment, a pang of regret passed through Yoshida; would she feel so pure after today? But... no. What man could resist a woman like this? He'd have to be a eunuch.

The crowd pressed him close to her back; his nose was almost buried in the cascade of her hair. The scent of her alone was almost enough to satisfy him. Almost.

There's something magical about a young woman's flesh, such an intoxicating mix of firmness and softness...

The girl's small hand snapped around Yoshida's wrist. He jerked back in surprise, but her grip held fast; she swiveled to face him on the momentum of his pull.

Her wide green eyes were narrowed now, her lips pursed in anger. "Sir, uninvited sexual contact with a passenger aboard any form of public transportation is a violation of Japanese criminal code."

Yoshida's mind felt blank. How could such a lovely voice be saying such awful words? It made no sense.

"You will need to come with me to the nearest police station."

Yoshida shook his head, both in denial and to clear his wits. "No – no! You misunderstand. This is just a misunderstanding. Let go!" He renewed his efforts to tug his hand free, but got nowhere.

"I'm afraid there was no ambiguity in your actions, sir."

I am not going to be pushed around by this little girl. Yoshida took a deep breath and summoned up a firm, intimidating voice of authority. "Now, you hold on just a minute! You be careful who you're accusing. I'm a respectable businessman, a manager at a major corporation, and you're – you're just some silly, delusional girl!"

She tilted her head, her scowl relaxing in amusement. "Ah, I must correct you, sir." Her free hand dipped into her purse and withdrew a leather square; she flipped it open to displaye badge. "I'm Officer Futaba Aoi of Jonan Station's Anti-Chikan Unit. Sir, YOU'RE UNDER ARREST."

A wrinkled old woman sitting near them lifted her hands to clap. "Hear, hear. Well done. Get that pervert out of here." Several other passengers joined in.

The officer looked about her and blushed. "Oh! Oh... why, thank you! Thank you so much!" She smiled and made several little bows toward the passengers around her.

Now, while she's distracted... Yoshida made one more try, one mighty tug to recover his hand. The girl held tight, just turning her head to give him a heartbreakingly lovely smile. "Sir, if necessary, a charge of resisting arrest can be added to the charges against you."

Yoshida slumped. How am I going to explain this to my wife?...