They'd avoid any irresponsible activity whatsoever, but there was never complete guarantee that they'd be safe that way. On the other hand, there were...also people who actively sought to catch the disease, to become a so called "Host". For some, after all, the changes they may face as a result of the disease, could be beneficial for them, even if permanent. The biggest seekers were women, as well as a great portion of transgender communities, because of the assurances that parts of their bodies. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was as turned on as I. She looked and smelled phenomenal, and was now naked too. My cock almost exploded when I saw her. Slowly, she walked over to the bed. “Are you ready to please your mistress, slave?” she said in her sexiest voice. I nodded and let out a muffled “Mhmmm”. She got on top of me and loosened the straps of the ball gag so she could pull it down under my chin. As she did so I started dribbling saliva like a starved dog. She turned. Perhaps if I’d noticed the puddle in the gutter around a blocked drain I might have avoided it – the speeding taxi didn’t and I could only estimate the damage to my Azor la Mode designer shoes. From the unpleasant wet feel of my socks I knew the shoes were soaked. I had intended to wait outside the restaurant but drying off in a comfortable chair had become much more appealing. The wonderful aromas of the food greeted me as I opened the door: ginger, garlic, spices, onion, and others I had yet. Attacking an enemy's friend to scare him, setting your dog on him and using that opening to take hostages--such cheap tricks would have been beneath you. You aren't the Saitou Hajime that I knew as a warrior.(Saitou begins to laugh.)Yahiko: Bastard! What's so funny!Saitou: It is funny, boy. I can't help laughing. 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.