Always questioning, begging, trying to top me from the bottom? Give me one good reason why you should keep your balls. —master, what if? the boy beg...n, but trailed off, his lower lip, plumped with silicon and painted bright, cock-sucking red, disappeared between his teeth. He bit until he drew blood. —Yes, slave. What if?? —master, what if this slave?, again, the boy choked on his words. He tried several times to convey the thought repeating over and over in his mind. The one thing he imagined. ‘Could I get that back please?’ ‘Sorry, I need it for accounting purposes.’ ‘I totally understand.’ I said. I had no idea why I wanted it back. I already had all of Miss Wakefield’s information on my laptop. I brought the ticket back to the doorman and handed it to him. He smiled when he saw the scribble. ‘Welcome Ben, let me get somebody to show you to your table.’ He opened the door allowing me through and nodded to another suit who promptly led me to a table near the stage. ‘Enjoy the show.’. Pastor Paul himself took obscene pleasure from not sparing the rod, leaving wicked welts before giving some of his victims the shaft — his shaft. One of the targets of his pleasure was Horace's pale tail. If it weren't for bad luck that poor shit would have no luck at all.That was in the folder labeled "Prov," which name had me puzzled until I remembered the proverb about sparing the rod and spoiling the child. Some people call that tough love. Some love! That's an invitation to abuse if ever. I told you already, the merchant's money was once the money of the samurai families. If it's not going back in exactly the right direction, who cares. There's no way we can fail. Since the stupid girl gave us the molds for the keys--(the keys disappear from his hands. Yahiko lands in front of him, keys in hand)Fighter: It's him from yesterday!!Yahiko: Guess my pickpocket skills are coming in handy. Dunno if that's a good thing though... Fighter: Give 'em back, you brat!!Yahiko: If you want 'em,.