Do you understand? I saw you do it.”“But ... But I didn’t ... I never wanted...” she said while covering her nose and mouth with her right han... in shock and distress.My mom said in a comforting tone, “We know you didn’t, dear. You haven’t done him or anyone else any harm, and there is a simple way of preventing yourself from unknowingly using your abilities like this again.”“There is? How?” she said, near to tears.My mom looked at me, so I sighed, took Jennifer’s hands in mine, then looked. The guy was sliding his hands up her thigh, and I could see his eyes widen with surprise when he realized she wasn't wearing any panties. I could see his hand travel between my girlfriend's legs, and the fact that she was quickly biting her lip let me know he was fingering her, right on the dance floor. He turned her around and started making out with her, his hands up her dress and all over her naked ass. I was pissed as hell, and started walking towards them. However, my girlfriend noticed me. Her skin had dried in the low temperature, the moisture of her recent bath all absorbed by the towel wrapped around her. The chilling November breeze blew through the window, raising goosebumps all over her skin. I leaned in close and took in her smell. She smelled delicious. All citrus and lavender. Her eyes were focused on my lips and I slowly licked them. She pursed her lips and looked up. "I was just wondering how it would feel to have my fingers covered in your blood while I straddle you. "Justice! Justice! Justice!"Justice. I liked that word. Mark needed to pay for his crimes. I would bring justice upon him and his whore. "Justice!" I croaked. "Justice!"Justice was just another word for vengeance.Wednesday, April 23rd, 2014 – The Samurai – Kyoto, JapanI knelt naked on that tatami mat, my three concubines kneeling around me in their sheer yukatas, their pale flesh just peaking through the patter of blue flowers on white silk, their nipples round shadows. Their faces were painted.