He grabbed my left arm to pull me toward him. My right arm and hand were free and holding my baton where it was not obvious to him. As usual, I didn't... want to kill him because I wanted him to experience the maximum in pain.I broke his wrist so that he was forced to release me. This was followed by a poke in the solar plexus with the end of the baton. When he reflexively leaned over, I popped him under the jaw with the baton in an effort to break his lower jaw, and his upper jaw if I was lucky.. Misao: Yeah, the Aoiya's pretty well known in Kyoto--Hey, Gramps!!Okina (for that is his name): Misao!!!Misao (hugging him): I'm back!Okina: Welcome home!Misao: I know I'm late and I made you worry. I'm sorry. Ow ow ow ow ow ow!!!Okina (tickling her): That's your punishment for being late.Kenshin (thinking): He's mad, he's mad.Okina (turning to Kenshin): Oh, you must have brought her back.Kenshin: Well... Okina: She can be a handful, can't she.Kenshin: You said it.(Behind him, the four workers. .” I muttered, trying not to look at all the bared skin.“Relax,” she said. “You filed for divorce, so you’re free of Mom. I’m nineteen. I’m perfectly legal. I’m here, and I want you. You can’t tell me you don’t want me too.”Her hand slid straight to my crotch as soon as she finished, and I stiffened. To my chagrin, my muscles weren’t the only things stiffening. I had a young, sexy woman sitting on my lap, squeezing my cock, and it was reacting naturally.She moaned. “Even if you do try to lie to. She- Well did I give you so much trouble that you have to rely on a cigarette for that.Me- No, it’s not like that!She- Then won’t you quit for me.Itne pyaar se kaun bolta hai, sala yahan main pighal gaya. I mean she was looking so gorgeous with that light red lipstick and that red kurta. She even curled her hairs from the bottom so they were bouncy. The red lipstick was complimenting her fair face.For a moment I thought of jumping on her but then I took control of my instincts. While talking.