“Guess we’ll just have to see how this shakes out. Though if you say it’s not yours, then I believe you.” Tommy agreed with him too.“At this...point, I could probably get this booked on the Maury Povich show. She’d need to accuse me of hitting her before Springer would touch this whole thing.” They both chuckled, though it was the nervous laugh when you didn’t know what else to do.“Look, I’m going to go lift some weights. I need to burn off the anger that’s building. Y’all do what you feel you. Rachel smiled and rubbed herself as she watched. Although she had recently suffered a great deal of abuse, the events of the dream were making her so hot and wet. The quiet but excited breathing of the young girl and her mother, the slurping and squishy sounds of fingers sliding into pink places, even the smell of sex seemed so very real. The woman was not very old; she was plump but not quite fat. Her hair was dark and her tits were large. The girl was young; much too young to be having sex. (Aoshi raises a sword to strike. Kenshin catches it in his bare hand. Blood runs down to the floor as they stare at each other.)Kenshin: Did you know this, Aoshi? Miss Misao has named herself Okashira of the Oniwabanshuu. After you fought with Okina, she took on the responsibilities of the Okashira in your place to protect Kyoto and the Oniwabanshuu.Aoshi:... Misao is a strong girl. I don't think she should have anything to do with the Oniwabanshuu, but she'll do fine on her own.Kenshin: Then. "Now, get out of those dirty clothes... and maybe I'll do the same."The boy's eyes lit up as Becky's comment sank in. He began to throw off his clothes. Becky watched with great interest. That feeling with which she had been dealing began to build within her again.Jess discarded his oversized shirt. His darkly tanned arms had a distinct line of demarcation at his shoulders. Above the line, his skin was milky white... a farmer's tan, thought Becky. Jess' overalls came off in a flash, as did his.