I somehow convinced myself he looked just like Russell Crowe, and I covered my walls in posters of him. My dad doesn’t really look like Russell, he�...�s a bit overweight, and not that handsome. But I was always telling dad that he looked like Russell. Then I would talk about how Russell was the hottest guy ever. Dad always just laughed, he never seemed to take the hint!Showing dad how I felt about him became my mission in those years. I would cuddle with him on the couch, wiggling my body up. I thought your sword had dulled, but I see your wits have dulled as well. Akamatsu my dog? What use could I have for a such a weakling? We, who fought Hitokiri Battousai the most often, knew his strength most deeply. But now Akamatsu gave you trouble. The vagabond who does not kill has made you weak.Kaoru: Kenshin... Yahiko:... weak?Kenshin: Saitou. It doesn't matter to me what you think. If I only have the strength of the vagabond who protects others reflected in my eyes, it's enough. I don't. Dave had his own indexing system. Steve looked through the rear views until his cock demanded action. Then he switched to the pictures of rear entry sex. At the fifth couple, he shot into the Kleenex until it was soggy. He dropped that in the waste basket and took a last piss in the bathroom. He removed and stashed the disk, turned down the monitor, and crawled into bed.He'd do homework on the bus. There was no sense trying to stuff his head when it had turned itself off.Steve woke to the alarm. One of her heels slid off the table and her butt slammed back down. Uncle Bob sat back just as Mom said, “Bob!” again, clearly scolding him this time.“All done,” he announced, grinning.Shannon dropped her heels off the table and jumped down. She raised her arm, standing right in front of Uncle Bob.“Oh yes,” he said, reaching for the shaving cream.This time he put the cream on his fingertips and rubbed them into her arm pit. She danced.“That tickles,” she whined.“Stand still!” he ordered.A.