I switched off the light and in darkness, we continued to talk about movies, picnic places, and many other topics.I was getting sleep but was very exc...ted too in presence of Sumit. All stories of Mamtani and party came to my mind. What if it happens? The thought itself made me wet. I thought Sumit had slept and then I also tried to close my eyes to get some sleep. But where was sleep? I could not.Maybe I went to sleep after a while. It was still raining outside. An hour or so, I woke up to see. There isn’t a crowd he has to shove his way through and by the time he reaches the bar, the bartender has his drink of choice waiting for him.“Put it on my tab, Charlie?” he asks the bartender.The woman nods. “Dr. Winters is waiting for you over there,” she says with a nod in the direction of the guest.“Thank you, Charlie,” he says, scooping up his drink and heading for the table.Dr. Jerry Winters is sitting at the farthest table from the bar by the large open window overlooking the river and. "It's not fair," she whimpers, "How could you be gone? How could anyone hurt you. You don't deserve that; you're the loveliest person I know." "It's okay," I whisper, "I'm still here." And I tell her exactly when she'll have a chance to see me again.******With my job done, Bailey's house melts away and is replaced with a forest. I'm surrounded by vegetation; colossal trees with sprawling roots and wide canopies. I'm in the gardens again; its tranquillity cradling me even in this dreamscape.. ..?” the man coughed.“I...” My head throbbed. I blinked, staring around the room. Devastation abounded. The woman who was infected with the yokai's lusts, driven to suck my cock and ruin my exorcism ritual, sobbed on the ground, cradling a mangled arm. “Mitsuko-hime?”“Gone,” the samurai growled. “Fled. You...killed him...”His hands grasped my throat. Iron fingers squeezed, choking me. Then relaxed. He let out a gurgling sigh and collapsed on top of me. I gasped, pushing him off and sat up..