That stiff hard dick was with me for a long time, still is...finish true story later. A few weeks later, while I was out, the same guy passed me and w...ispered in my ear, "you don't recognize me but I recognize you, a friend of mine is the man who 'TURNED YOU OUT' years ago. Damn, I thought, should have known living in this small town was going to be a problem, never fails. Of course, I had to do what i had to do, just outright asked him if he wanted to FACE FUCK ME and bust a nut in my mouth.. You're a street fighter. I want you to take care of him.Sanosuke: Don't say it like I'm an assassin. Whether he dies or not is up to fate; it's got nothing to do with me. If I enjoy the fight, that's all that matters.(Outside the Higashidani house. Kihei holds a bow and an arrow with a note tied to it.)Gohei: Aim well, brother. As it is now we're just flunkies.Kihei: I know it! If I kill him now there'll be nothing for Zanza to do. We'll turn the tables on him now!(He fires; Higashidani. I was mounting a sign to the corner between all three boundaries when a voice on the other side broke my concentration."Mister, does this mean me and my dad won't be able to fish for breakfast anymore?"I looked up, startled, and there was a little boy about ten years old, standing on the federal side. He was dressed for hiking and had a fishing pole and a small tackle box with him."You and your dad will have to get written permission to fish in the ponds from now on. The owner lives in that. “I’m Darcy, and I’d kill for a margarita right about now.” “I’m Jake. Don’t kill me just yet. Let me get you the margarita and we can talk about the most pleasant ways a man could die.” He had spunk. I like that a lot. “I always thought that dying in bed would be the way to go”, I suggested. “Has anyone ever been fellated to death?”, he inquired. His deadpan delivery made me laugh, and I spit a little margarita out of my mouth and let it dribble down my chin. His eyes gleamed at that, and I.