He’d always been a writer, and had sent many short stories out to magazines, and had had two published, earning twenty-five dollars for each. But no... he was trying to write something big, something special. About the war and the shit he’d seen and the pain he’d endured and the brother he’d lost and his anger and the hatred he felt for the assholes who had sent him there and how everybody now looked at him like he was some kind of freak ever since he’d come home. But the writing wasn’t. Her cheeks were puffed out & she had tears streaming down her face from gagging herself on it.Jen pulled my cock out & looked at us. We both smiled and told her how hot she looked sucking my cock. She then did what I never thought would ever happen."Mom...do you think Mark could...you know...fuck me?" Why don't you ask your brother that?" replied Mom..."Mark....will you....fuck me?"How could I resist! I said "Sure!" and pulled her to her feet. I took a chair & positioned her so she was standing. One cannot face nine casualties with a calm face.Sanosuke: You're expecting too much. Nobody died--that's pretty good. The Black Hat... Udou Jin'eh, huh. Originally a Hitokiri and completely psycho to boot. But we've got the strongest of all on our side (slapping Kenshin on the back) so why worry?Kenshin: Not really. (That hurt.) In the ten years since the new era began, I took a vow never to kill again, but he's done just the opposite, continuing to kill. As Hitokiris, the difference is great.. Maybe I should put you in really frilly panties!" So Irelease his hands from the strap and leave him to undo his ankles.He stretches slowly and silently as I give him scornful stares and letmy lip curl in supposed contempt. I feel I was doing well. I am finallygetting him nicely broken."Then I will see you next week. You can let yourself out!" I say andturn to leave as if totally in contempt of him, and that he does noteven deserve any of my further attention.I should never have turned my back.