Kenshin: Anyway, you should go home first, Miss Misao. I'm sure they're worried about you.Misao: Home? We're already there, look.Kenshin: Oro. An inn...... 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. He said he had an old pair he used to use that he would give me. The hooks were an old pair of Army Surplus Buckingham "straights" and the gaffs had been sharpened into a round shape. He said the leather belt was too small for him anymore but I needed to check out the many repairs on it made with bailing wire and leather laces to make sure it was still safe. The safety strap that goes around the pole was also not in very good repairs. I was very excited to show up the next day for work with my. It was then that she took control....and started to get carried away with things. I was shocked when she danced her way into the curtains and started her provocative display for who-ever might see. Now I knew the motel I was staying at wrapped around into 2 other buildngs, and there was a high-probability of her attracting attention, so I tried to settle her down. She wickedly laughed as she slid in and out of my grasp a couple of times.....only to return to the window. She pressed her ass. Now, let’s make ourselves useful.”Dion had had many friends among the servants. Yet, he could not recall ever having this sort of bond with the other people he had known in Drena. Humming a musical tune, the miners began working like well-oiled machinery. They were making a conveyor belt of human bodies to dislodge chunks of earth from the wall and move it, using old-fashioned wheelbarrows to the other end of the cylinder like contraption, where they were throwing them away.“This seemed pretty.