Our place is not to decide WHO is cursed, let alone what that curse shall be."Akane cried, "What IS your place? At the betting table, taking bets over... who wins and loses in these so-called 'Warrior Initiations'!?!! The game is over: Give me my own brunet, brown-eyed, NORMAL Japanese girl-body back!!!"She said, "That is not what we do! And as for what is your own body--" The small doyen leaped for the ground a meter and a half in front of him. Akane still took a step back, not wasn't yet ready. Yes, he was on his son’s side, as Abigail had noted, correctly noted. But, he also knew that life was not always a simple matter of first choices. Sometimes life just sucked, and people got hurt or hurt each other. One had to go on and hope for better things to come along down the line. What Sam really needed he knew was his mom. She was gone, but Aaron Bradshaw was pretty sure he knew how she would have handled things were she still alive and with them. That she wasn’t was the sad reality, but. She looked at him rather severely and he stared back at her with a direct, disturbing gaze. Good heavens, he couldn't be ... he wasn't suggesting ... no, she could only treat it as a pleasantry, an inept one. So she smiled at him innocently.She had never really had the opportunity to study John Blodgett before at close range. He certainly did not look to be in poor health, nor old enough to retire. Although streaked with gray, his hair was as thick as Ray's and worn modish sideburns. He was a. First the left and then the right."Don't you ever call me Nancy again. It's Miss. Nancy to you!" Do you understand slut?" Yes Miss. Nancy." Good I'm glad you underestand. Now I will remove the plug so we can enjoy this and do it again."Over the next two or three hours she repeated the whole process several times. By the time she was through I didn't think it was possible to have anything left in me."This evening before you go meet your MASTER for the weekend I will give you your enema." Do you.