.. Aoshi (brushing past her): No thank you. We're finished.Kaoru: I wanted to say you really--Aoshi: Himura already thanked me.Kaoru (thinking): I jus... don't understand him... Kenshin: Oh, is that sponge cake?Kaoru: Um, yes. Would you like some?Misao (tugging on Aoshi's sleeves and whining): Aoshi... Are we really leaving tomorrow?Aoshi: Yes.Kenshin: If Miss Misao wants to, Aoshi, why don't you stay a while longer? (Munch munch. This is delicious.)Misao: Himura!Kaoru: Or, Misao could stay by. As Karen and I were talking she was telling me she loved her husband but as he was Diabetic Type 1 sex wasn't part of their life.As we were chatting away, Karen was 47 years old, had been married 20 years, short brown hair, very small tits and was wearing the usual uniformed blouse and black slacks. Suddenly our conversation was interrupted by the phone ringing, the doctor rang to say he couldn't get away and to make me an appointment for the following day.Karen came back to where I was sitting. Obviously you can tell from the eyes that these guys aren’t elderly men, but kids are generally stupid and we also have extensive lore about the ‘hulp-Sinterklaas’. It’s the same story you tell kids who understand that Santa can’t be in every mall in the country at the same time, basically. I always travel light, especially on easyJet, so I only had a carry-on with me. I made my way through the green channel, looking forward to wrapping myself around him. Wouldn’t you know it, they picked me. "Can I get a thank you?" Nick asked, for some reason wanting her to acknowledge his effort."Why should I thank you when you are the one who kidnapped me?" Allison had been like that for the three days she had been on his ship, unduly contrary, Nick felt, for the amount of consideration he had shown her. He had even given up his bed and slept on the floor, due to the fit she had thrown when he tried to climb in next to her."I have put up with your attitude for long enough, Allison. You have done.