Sorry. Party.” “Okay. Don’t forget the olives.” I kissed her again and switched off the light.The day of the auction was one of those bright f...osty days, when the sun seems to be on over time and any clouds have shrunk beyond the horizon. I met Elizabeth at our favourite coffee shop in town. I was in a tastefully jazzy but business-like suit; she was in navy dress and her new posh shoes. “I’m nervous,” said Elizabeth. “I’ve never been to an auction before, never mind one for a painting like. Kenshin (reaching for the dojo door): You think so?Yahiko: Who's a shrimp, you cat-eyed bastard?Sanosuke: Ouch.Kenshin: Oro.Yahiko: You're not even a student and you keep coming here every day! I thought you weren't doing shinai kenjutsu anymore!!Yutarou: I told you, shinai kenjutsu's just a game! I came to check things out for Sensei's fight with Himura Kenshin!Yahiko: Checking things out? All Kenshin ever does is clean house.Yutarou: Right. That surprised me too.Yahiko: So why do you keep. “No,” Mel scoffed.“Damned right, she ain’t!” My dad grinned. “My Livvie’s the best judge of women I’d ever met. And if anyone didn’t love you little shits, they’d be complete twits.”“I love you, Daddy!” Mel had the sourest look on her face when she kissed my dad on his cheek. She pulled away with a giddy smirk. Dad was grinning like the proverbial canary genociding cat.“Ethically recruited?” What does that mean? I hoped the table heard the question, even if I hadn’t asked it.“There’s the. " Is it now?" he asked."Mmmhhhmmm," I replied."Well, in that case," he said as he rose over the top of me. "Let me rectify that right now."He grasped a nipple in each hand and began to pinch and pull them. He twisted them back and forth like dials on a radio. I moaned and arched my back, silently begging for more. He tugged on them, pulling them away from my body."Does the other one still feel neglected?" Nooo," I managed. "Oh no. Damn that feels good." I'm glad you like it," he replied. "I.