The violence is only going to get worse. Kyoto is no place for false patriots. If you value your lives, you should run back to the country.Patrons: Ye...h! Go home, frauds!(The roughnecks storm out. Battousai tosses a few coins on the table and leaves as well.)Battousai: Sorry for the fuss.Proprietor: Ah--thank you.Patrons: He's good, that kid. Yeah, he's a real patriot.(Tomoe watches him go.)Battousai (walking down the darkened streets.): The taste of blood is getting stronger. Guys like that. "Yes." Well you may have learned how to cook but the rest of us are hopeless except at opening and heating tins so I wondered whether we might branch out into house cleaning. We wouldn't need any training for that after the home." Brilliant!" exclaimed Becca. "What does everyone else think?" Good idea," said Heather and all the others nodded."Shall we go for it?"The girls all nodded again."Any other ideas?"There was silence."Well," said Becca, "I wondered about gardening." Yes," said Molly. You know, I’d forgotten that he even had daughters.’ ‘Apparently he wanted you to come to their birthday party on Sunday.’ ‘Er, yes he did.’ ‘… And you refused.’ He looked at me accusingly. Clearly I had let him down. ‘Well, it’s short notice and it would have been a bit awkward,’ I tried to explain. He suddenly came over all friendly and confiding. ‘James, I think there’s something you don’t understand.’ Without another word he unlocked a drawer in his desk and handed me a folder marked. I always get a few honks from truckers as I pass by them. Anyway it was almost 9pm when I finally got to the rest stop. I like going to this one because on weekends there are usually atleast 7 to 10 Semi-trucks parked there, and 5 or 6 single guys parked in their cars looking to get lucky. It's a well known cruising spot for gays, Bi's , and straight truckers who are away from their wives and girl friends and in need of a quick fuck or BJ. It's very nice there since the are trails that led you.