Thodi der bad miss mere pass aai our mujhe bed pe leta diya our meri jeans pe kiss karane lagi.Mujhe laga gest chale gaye honge, mene miss ke baal pak...de our mere land pe unaka sar daba ne laga. our vo mere par chad gayi our mere mu ke upar aapni gand rak di, me uanki jeans pant pe kiss karane laga vaha unake Ass thi, vo bhi mere jeans pe kiss kar rahi thi fir miss ne meri jeans ka baton khol ke mere underware se land bahar nikala our chusane lagi or jor jor se hil rahi thi me dono tango se. You rub Your hands across my wet tits, and then across my face. You slap me with Your pissy hands again and again, rubbing piss off my tits each time. I am crying now from pain and for disappointing You, snot slowly dripping around the pig nose plug. You spit in my face, adding to the urine, tears and snot smeared across my pig face. I know I look hideous and used, but I can't hide my face. It's still firmly in place, looking up at You.I nearly jump out of my skin when the doorbell rings. And they're playing handball! Well, You wanted them innocent. It's a problem all right. It doesn't do much good if every time he gets curious, she walks off to pick a flower; and when she's adventurous, he rolls over and goes to sleep.Frankly, I'm reluctant to mix in, You'll say I'm criticizing again. Of course, You could always... now don't get angry... You could always take her back and restring her insides, so that they can do it with a hand shake. Yes, yes, I know Your objection to that,. (Suddenly, he remembers the young man he killed in Kyoto, and his last word: To... mo... e.)Kenshin (thinking): I killed him! I was the one who killed her fiance--I stole her happiness from her! Tomoe... Katsura (at the door): Your misfortune in killing her fiance. Her misfortune in falling in love with you. It was just two pieces of very bad luck. It's not your fault. I heard all about it. I've already sent someone for the traitor.(Iizuka is walking along a snowy mountain path.)Iizuka: Heh.