Your technique is useless against my staff.Yahiko: You're the fool! If it were that easy to break, it wouldn't be a succession technique!Genbu (thinki...g): Think this through clearly. You've already gotten through the technique twice. He's taken solid hits to the head and stomach. Most of all, your opponent is only a little boy! (aloud) Very well. As you wish. But this is the last time!Yahiko: Perfect! Now come on!(Genbu brings the staff down. Yahiko crosses his wrists above his head.)Genbu. Then I returned to her glorious ass, bit softly into each cheek, spread them apart, and gave her a rimjob, allowing her to climax at last. Then I told her to lie on her back once more, and I finally knelt before her altar and worshipped her properly. She came over and over and over again. Finally, time for penetration. The first round was quick and furious. Then, more gently, I fucked her ass. From there, it was mostly tender love-making. But a few times, I got a bit rough. If possible, Mom got. She had headaches often, sometimes even migraine attacks, then she started vomiting without feeling sick beforehand. She downplayed the episodes for a while, but when I confronted her and told her to see a doctor, she suddenly cracked open and spilled her guts. There was no need for her to see a doctor, as she already had the diagnosis: A large, lethal brain tumour, inoperable, unlikely to be affected by chemo or radiation treatment, which she had refused up to that day. I was shocked, helpless. College teaching seemed like the best way to live that life. It was familiar territory for me, and it paid a lot better than Army aviation. It also gave me tons of personal freedom.I got a veteran’s-preference, fast-track doctorate in business from a little Institute on the Charles River. I had always been smart enough. But getting a degree from a place like Sloan would have been inconceivable back in my general studies days.Still, there is nothing like self-discipline and six years of decision.