Messenger: Well, I'm merely a servant, so I couldn't say. But there's a carriage waiting for you outside. Please.(They are taken to a mansion with a s...acious Japanese garden outside.)Sanosuke: Hey, this Raijuuta is some rich guy?Kaoru: No way! He's such a thug... Tsukayama (coming out of the house): Are you Mr. Himura? Good to meet you. I am Tsukayama Yuzaemon, the master of this house.Yahiko: Tsukayama... not that brat's dad?Yutarou (coming out of nowhere to kick Yahiko from behind): You're. I remember the fun they had when I screamed. I just could not help it and neither I was I able to control my bowels. Which gave them one more reason to use the hose.That went on for some time. They used the whip and cane to break the skin in my back once it had healed. Meanwhile they used the wire and they just wanted me to lose the control of my bowels so that they could wash me with the hose. I still do not know how I did not lose my mind. All this came to end then the wires short-circuited. I manage to clear my throat and move your hand from my leg. “I’m not single.” “I know.” You say and replace one hand on my leg, placing it a bit higher, and the other goes to the small of my back, your thumb sliding under the hem of my shirt. I finish my pint and signal the barkeep for another. Your thumb is gently stroking the smooth skin of my back and I’m trying my damnedest to not quake all over. I turn to look at you, and as I do the hand on my leg slides a little higher. “I can’t.” I. This wasn't going to work very well. I pulled the clothesout, and Liz helped me get the TV and vase off the dresser. I tilted itagainst the wall and began to unscrew the legs. I'd be damned if I wasgoing to let my own dresser win against me.After I finished, I once again had decent access to the top drawer. Iloaded it back up, and sat the 'Rejected' pile back in the box it hadcome in. Something kept me from tossing them into the trash, even thoughthey weren't really donatable. I tore into.