We were leaving the cafeteria when I saw a blond with short hair that I thought I recognized."Hello, Miss Pennington," the guy sitting with the blond ...aid as he rose to his feet."Hello, Marvin," Shirley said, "Sammy, this is Marvin. He works in..." H.R.," I finished her sentence, extending my hand. Marvin was about three inches taller than me. He was very serious, but didn't say anything about our exchange of email."Aren't you going to say hello to me, Sammy?"The voice was familiar. I turned to. Right!!! In fact, except for the usual necking and petting, Dave hadn’t even felt Asha’s huge breasts except through her clothing, which only tended to drive him even crazier!!! Most of their dates would end up with him kissing her good night at her front door and then making a mad dash for home where he jacked off thinking of his fiancée’s incredible body, but now as he slipped off into his own slumber, he smiled to himself knowing all of that was about to change!!! “Here we are, the honeymoon. Emily glared back down at her desk, fingers tightening painfully on the edges of the worn laminate surface. Guess Sammie was right about everyone at Truliet after all. Of course she was. Fuck. “You see what she’s wearing?” the guy scoffed lightly, a slight, almost secretive smile surfacing. “Shirt with those Tamashii clan creeps on it. More like the Tamashii traitors, s’what I call ‘em. They’re a disgrace to all shinobi, especially after all that nonsense they pulled up at Heavenly Peak. What's her effect on Himura?Iizuka:... Not bad. It's just... Katsura: Just what?Iizuka: Lately his sword has been a little dull. That's what his inspectors say, anyway... (That night. Tomoe is doing some sewing in her room when there is a knock on the door.)Tomoe: Come in.Katsura (entering): It's late; I'm sorry to disturb you.Tomoe: If you're looking for Himura, he's out for the night.Katsura: I know. I'm his superior. I know all of his movements.(A little later.)Tomoe: Madness?Katsura: When I.