.."We're back, bitches."And on CHYOA, of all places."Right? I mean, Literotica is cool and all, but this place is fuckin' dope. Hands down."If we had ...ands, I would agree with you. Well, I do agree with you, but-"Yeah, yeah. We physically don't have hands. Quit reminding me."Since you're literally just Dialogue personified, I don't see how you could forget that fact."Oh, well sor-ry. Not all of us are uber-coherent Narrators."Coherent? Huh... I think that's the closest thing to a compliment. Her eyes narrowed when she saw the face of her ex-boyfriend and went to close it when her put his foot in the door. "Moira, please. Ah wanna spa'k to you."She snorted. "Yer screwed that dirty bitch," she cried. "Five years Quentin. Ah told you yesterday and day 'fore at bakery. Ah keep tellin' ya, ah not goin' out with ya."He bit his lip and opened pulled out a ring from his pocket. "But I love you, Moira." He got down on one knee and held it out. "Marry me."She snorted. "Yer must be jokin',". At the time, I loved him very much. When he chose me, I was very happy. But, even though I was so happy, all I could do was look at him in amazement. No matter how much I hate it, I can hardly ever smile. Maybe that's why I never told him how happy I was. "If the second son of a samurai cannot make you happy, I will at least be known as a warrior of repute," he told me. He postponed our wedding and joined the Kyoto Mimawarigumi, entering the chaos of Kyoto--And, he never returned.(There is a. “It’s all good, sweets.”I wiped all of the blood off me that I could, took the sheets down and put them into the burn barrel, gave it a quick zap of heat, incinerating them quickly, ran back upstairs to put clean sheets on, then joined Beth in the shower, so I could soap her back.“Cal, are you upset with me for this?”“No, why would I be? It’s part of the human reproductive cycle. Keep on your pills until we decide that you don’t need them any longer. That’ll be a few years, I expect.”“Yeah, but.