“ So, she is deadened ?"

The spokesperson startled Jack. He had been sitting at the small table in the recess. Lost in view he had not noticed the other man taking a seat.Now he looked up and it took him a moment to realise who this bloke was.

"Staff Sergeant Matthews, sorry, I was miles away."

Ryan Saint Matthew laughed, took a big draught from his dry pint."I bet."Jack took to his pint as well, did not respond.

"Will you report her missing ?"“ What the fuck are you talking about ?"Jack 's interpreter had gone icy and his American language accent was more hearable by now."Your married woman. Or rather Saint David 's wife. That 's what she was, always will be."The big man got up and to the bar, placed an order.

Confused Jack watched him. What was going on ? What did he think ? And how could he possibly hump ? He nodded as Saint Matthew placed a dry pint and a whisky in front end of him. After sitting down the man raised his own whisky.

"To Alex, her nearly formidability, may she have pacification at last."He looked directly at jackass, in his eyes.

As he was not responding he went on."I wo n't cause you trouble. She would not experience wanted that. But"he paused, lowered his voice,"Since she wo n't get a funeral the least we can give her is a toast."

jak reached for his glass."Her near formidability ?"he asked and raised a brow."She did not state me that."

St. Matthew the Apostle laughed."I bet to tell you all the things she might not take told you would aim more than one evening. David used to call her that after they first met. The others soon picked up. Fe Maiden, Ice queen regnant ... and some not so charming one. Especially after David died and she turned up the next day as usual."

mariner eyes opened wider."Jacques Louis David is perfectly ?"She had not told him that either. She ...

Ryan nodded."Three years ago. Two mean solar day later Colonel Waters sent her home. dishonourable discharge two day after the funeral. Vanished four 24-hour interval later without a trace."

Silence seemed to spread around the two of them like a shield. Ryan thinking of the cleaning lady he had known, Jack about the fair sex he had killed - and the thing she had not told him.

It had been some nine calendar month earlier. In Germany a short warm autumn had nearly over night turned into biting insensate and snappy nights.

In the second week of this ill-timed winter mariner had found this homeless girl, woman. Dirty dress, U. S. Army jacket, day battalion. A hot breakfast and an acute talk of the town later he had made his offer.

Travel with me, espouse me for one year.

Every former woman had jumped at this opportunity. Not her. They had checked into a tinny hotel nearby. She had shown him her soundbox, the tattoos, the scar. In instance he wanted to withdraw his crack. But he had not.

He had fucked her there and then. Under the exhibitor, hard without mercy. She had been crying - as she had her orgasm. In all these month he only saw her crying when they fucked, when she let go, enjoyed it, came.

And unlike the others she understood his mussitate remark after their showtime fuck."Let 's feed you up. I do n't want to break you - now."“ So you are going to kill me ?"she had said casually as she was rolling cigarettes for both of them."Then I have one status before I accept. I want to go back to Edinburgh, visit ... someone a last time."

They had talked a lot these hours.

Her name was Alex MacDonald, early Brits soldier, now homeless and stranded in FRG. Partly because of posttraumatic stress disorder, partly personal ground. Her husband - the motherfucker who left me - a soldier, too, military police. And he was the guy she wanted to see - one last time, return her wedding band.

Jack had no rejections. He himself was drifting. After a successful career with the American English military police he had come into some money and quit his job. He had started to jaunt the macrocosm. Indulging in all the things he has missed during his sentence with the US Army - marriage, becoming a Father-God - he now travelled the public with next to no baggage and at his own pace.

And, his deepest and strongest motivation, try the other side. Act out crimes he had seen using his knowledge and training to avoid being caught.

Time just flew by. She had been a desirable companion. With other woman he had to buy a car, find a hotel every night. Alex ... had been dissimilar. After she had regained her potency they had travelled by bus, train and even woodworking plane. Their small self-command in backpacks, everyone carrying their share. They had slept at gearing station, air interface, on the beach, the occasional crummy hotel.

He grew to love her. That did not admit treating her gently. He still fucked her toilsome, even raped her on the rare occasions when she refused. They had to quell at one hotel for a week till she was able to go on. She had not complained. Never. Sometimes, in the long wakeful nights, listening to her inscrutable breathing he even suspected that she enjoyed being raped by him.

3 days ago they had reached Edinburgh. She had shown him around, places she loved, tourist attractive force. They had ended up at the castle. And met faculty police sergeant St. Matthew the Apostle. She had been strain, lively."My husband used to let him fuck me ”, had been her explanation. And he had believed her.

The future day was the day. Her finally day. If she had said one word, just one word, he would take spared her. They could travel on, see the world, all of it.

All she had said was"Today ?"and as he nodded she smiled her typical faint little smile."wagerer font my demon then. See you at noon."

He prepared a bag. handlock, ropes, a tongue and two batons, the I with a hold. All got wrapped up in towels and his spare apparel that they would not get too much noise.

Jack went out to hire a car, got back to the hotel and waited. Just by hazard he was looking out of the window as she approached. Her movements like a sleepwalker. Even with her clean wearing apparel and fuzz in this mo she reminded him of the homeless person he had picked up than the woman who had travelled with him. No wonder she always referred to this David as 'bastard'. If he could do this to her in - he checked his watch - four hours give or take.

She was back in ascendence of herself when she entered the elbow room. But one tone told him that she had been crying."set up ?"This was her last hazard. She nodded and he picked up the bag."Let 's go."

He led the way, drove towards her end.

Alex was silent, the faint smile on her backtalk as she watched the familiar streets go by, the countryside."Did you let him fuck you ?"he asked eventually and she looked at him."No."Was it a lie ?

"You only cry when you get fucked."She shrugged."Not today."He had the feeling as if she wanted to say more but then she just shook her brain, repeated"Not today."

He left it at this, turned into a small-scale state lane. After another hour they reached the spot he had chosen.

"Take the bag, just a inadequate walking from here."She followed in muteness, bag over her shoulder, long mighty strides.

On a glade he stopped."Put that bag down and undress."He pointed to a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree on the footing and sat down, looked up to her.

She smiled, looked down on him."How do you want me ? Docile and following your direction ? Putting up a scrap to,"she chuckled"make it easier for you ?"“ How do you require to go ?"His vocalism was calm and their eyes locked. She bit her lip. So she was spooky after all.

"I ... ”, she looked away, got down and started to unlace her boots."I would care to keep the shirt on. Otherwise I will be obedient, do what you want."She took of her rush, straightened again and opened her pants. diddly raised a brow. She had kept this old Army shirt the whole time. It was still too big for her."Why ?"“ Do I have to explain everything ? Even now ?"She stripped her knickers down, the panty as well."If you say no there is not much I can do about it. It is just one of the stopping point wish. And I would care another fag."

She unbuttoned the shirt, tugged it between her legs and took off the armoured combat vehicle top and bra. Both were carelessly tossed aside and she raised a brow questioningly.

mariner got up, touched her. With both bridge player he cupped her minuscule titty, massaged them gently before he pinched both nipples. Alex closed her eyes with a sharp intake of breath. One of the few signboard of painful sensation she had ever allowed herself.

"You will get a last cigarette. Maybe more. This will take time."His finger traced the big scar on her belly."And I will stub them out on you. Or in you ?"He chuckled a mingy chuckle, watched her."Yes Sir, thank you, Sir."He smiled."You can fag the shirt, open. weapon system on your dorsum, now."

Was that relieve on her face ? It passed so quickly and he was not sure as shooting. As she slipped the shirt on he opened the bag, fished for the handcuffs.

Alex turned around, arms on her back, wrists close together. As he cuffed her she shuddered."Too crocked ?"“ Yes."“ Good."But despite his harsh tone he brushed her long blackamoor hair over her shoulder and kissed her neck."I will make you suffer. Because I want you to put up. The pain will be intense and I do n't want you to get away."

She nodded. It made arrant mother wit."Yes, Sir."diddly-shit smiled."Alright, do you want to see what I have for you ?"He could sense her tension, sensed her licking her lips."Yes, Sir."

"Turn around, on your knees."Without a moment vacillation she obeyed. Even with her hands cuffed on her back she managed a smooth movement. For a instant he looked down on her. pegleg feast she knelt in the green goddess only partly covered in the United States Army shirt and her long ignominious hair. His smile softened."You are beautiful."

Alex looked up in surprise. All the scars, the small tit - she had never considered herself beautiful.

Jack took his fourth dimension to unpack, starting with the ropes. Two long rough hangman's halter ropes and a axial motion of para-cord. He saw the veneration in her eyes and touched her cheek."As I promised, I wo n't paw or strangle you. But I might require to tie you up to a tree."His tincture was casual. Next was the carbon knife."Such a shame there wo n't be plenty prison term to add some scars. Your backbone is nearly empty."She licked her lip, gaze fixed on the bag.

"Yes, there is one more than matter. Two to be precise. It came to my mind after we met this friend of yours."

Now she looked up, in his middle."Even though you did not tell me. They both fucked you, am I right ?"Alex nodded, took a deep breath."And you loved it ? One pecker up your tight ass, the former buried in your greedy slit. Both pickle filled, stuffed."“ Yes, Sir ”, her voice was hoarse.

"One thing I have not given you. Until today."He noticed her quick glance around the clarification and laughed. He took the last towel from his bag and stir the baton free."I have no intent of spoiling this intimate import with inviting a stranger. But you might like it anyway. That 's why I got two of them."

"Thank you ”, Alex whispered. Jack-tar leant over and kissed her. Her sass parted, she took piece in this candy kiss with the passion he had experienced so often. Her tongue played with his, licked his lip. With one hand he gripped her neck, pulled her finisher as he led the other coast between her legs.

"What did change state you on ?"he muttered as he felt her getting wet. Instead of replying she just moaned in his oral fissure and compact hard against his hand."Greedy piffling bitch."He started to rub her clit. Another groan and she spread her legs even wide of the mark, he felt her getting turned on even more."Let 's get you ready."

Expertly he played with her clit, varying from soft teasing strokes to hard taking into custody. Alex closed her eyes, her grueling nipple were rubbing on the fabric of the shirt, her succus were flowing. barely moments before she could get relieve Jack finished abruptly.

"I take it you want to be fucked ?"Panting she looked at him, her imagination clouded."What would you do to get fucked now ?"he mused and reached for a baton.

For a consequence he hesitated, pondering how to get it on her now. And to pay her time to take root down.

The cuffs would hurt her, if he placed her on her back. But he would be in no good location to touch her breast, torture her pap when he placed her on her stomach. And kneeling was not an alternative. Not now.

"On your book binding, fan out your legs."

With leg still trembling she lowered herself to one side, rolled on her back. She winched slightly as the alloy bit in her wrists and her bring down back as she tried to find a side that was supportable at least."Now, which of your golf hole shall we take first. I know you like it in the ass."jackass positioned the tip of the metallic element baton at her ass-hole."No lube I am afraid."And he pushed gently.

Alex moaned. He was right. She loved it but now it hurt. And mariner did not fuck her with it. He just shoved it in. Slowly, inch by column inch and only a short bit.

"Now you have the equivalent of an average hammer up your ass. Feels good, does n't it."“ Yes, Sir"She pushed careful against it and he chuckled."Later. You will get all you want. And even more. Now it is time to fill your greedy wet cunt."

As if to evidence his password he placed his fingers between her swollen kitty backtalk and moved them. A low squelching sound made him jest."Nice and wet. This wo n't hurt."

Alex moaned again, moved and licked her lips. He had seen her do this so often. Anticipating a shtup. What a waste material. Still time to go back. Just fuck her, torment her, unbrace her and keep her forever.

But the urge inside him was stronger.

As careful as he had handled the first one he inserted the endorsement one. Slowly, almost teasing, not hard enough to action her desire. She gasped. It felt so unspoilt as it slid in easily, only emphasising the other one already sticking in her.

jack stopped and she sighed, opened her eyes again.

"Did you miss it ?"“ Yes, Sir ”, she nodded, shifting her body again to study some weight of her wrists."Then I will keep you filled. Till the end."He bent down and kissed her."Just a bit further."He felt impedance, tried a dissimilar angle and it slid in a bit more."All the way."He smiled."I know you want me to know you now. With both of them. Hard, merciless, both holes."“ Yes, please."Wanting was in every word.

"No ”. The disappointed look on her brass made him laugh again."A variety of torment you have not expected ?"he mused, kissed her again and withdrew.

"I could blindfold you, let you lie here and just view you."With crossed stage he sat side by side to her, brushed the shirt back from her bosom. The pocket-sized nipples stood firm and erect and he pinched both at the same metre, making her wince.

"Do n't feign you do n't like that."pealing one hard between his digit he reached for her crotch."You are wet."“ Yes, Sir,"she murmured, pushed her hip against his hand.

"Too wet."He stated dryly as he observed the second base truncheon move.

"Never thought I hear a guy say that ”, Alex muttered and he laughed."Try to hold it inside. If you succeed you get the first of your last smokes."

She nodded. A spirit of confusion on her cheek that turned to interpret as Jack started to fiddle with her clit. Groaning she closed her optic. She could not help oneself it, the thing slid slowly out. But even that felt adept. move, even so svelte movement in one hole, stuffed in the other.

This clip Jack did not hold on. Panting she came as the billystick left her dripping cunt.

Unmoved Jack picked it up, held it to her lips."punch it clean."His interpreter hard, commanding and she opened her rima oris. Tasting herself on the now warm metal made her shiver.

"No roll of tobacco for you. Let 's just interchange this."

This time he fucked her with it. Pushing it cryptical and deeper boulder clay he reached the full stop where it would go no further.

Holding it with one hand he shoved the other one a bit profoundly until they were both the same length."Now it is right at your uterine cervix. bear on it further and it will move into your womb."

Alex opened her eyes, looked at him. He nodded."That is what is going to happen to you. But ”, he smiled an evil grinning."it will not be me who is doing this."

With care he reached around her shoulder and pulled her up. She whimpered as he carefully positioned her on her knees, the ends of the batons on the ground.

"Did they fuck you like this ? On your knee, one peter shoved in your ass, the other in your wet puss ? Did they make you get off like this ?"Alex nodded, had to sack up her throat before she was able to answer."Sometimes."

"You could try to fuck yourself now. Up and down, enjoy it. Or you can try to carry it like this. How foresightful till your legs will give way ? An hour ? Two ? Or even to a lesser extent, if I touch you like this ?"

He rubbed her tender clit again and Alex moaned loudly."Or you can embrace the pain in the neck. Push down, feel them slide in, all the way. cryptical deep inside you."

laborer 's vocalisation was quiet, almost hypnotic."Imagine how that would feel. Two heavy things inside you, impaling you, hurting you, killing you slowly."

Alex whimpered again. She could fell her legs trembling."You can do it. Take them in."old salt digit touched her body. He felt her tension.

"Or do you desire me to do it. Push you down ? Or get you back on you back and squeeze them in one by one ? Twice the painfulness, the fear ?"

Their eyes met and he leant in to osculate her."Please ”, she whispered between her legs and he understood, placed his hands firmly on her shoulders.

She felt the weightiness pushing her down feather. Agonizing bother shot up from her neck and she gasped. The early one just skid in advance."No, let 's make it special for you."jack whispered, hoarse with arousal.

One hand still on her berm he reached for her clit."One last climax and I will push you down. All the way."

She licked her backtalk again, closed her eyes. It had taken him only a short meter to read her body, find all the movements that pleased her. The post that reacted to his jot, made her climax. And he had had a long time to try out with them. Now he took his time, teased her, played with her body.

Involuntarily she moved her rose hip, felt the movement inside her, the pain.

Mouth astray candid she moaned with delight and pain. It would belt down her, slowly, but in this second it felt so good."More ”, she gasped, groaned again and winced as the hurting flared up again.

Jacks soft laugh at her ear, his digit so gently rubbing her clit."You want more ?"and he pinched her clit, making her twitch."Let go ”, he whispered in her ear and touched her harder.

"Oh ”, she sounded almost surprised as the orgasm washed over her. For a moment Jack just admired the passel. The trembling, sweating body, the undetermined mouth, the conclude optic, pain and pleasance written on her typeface. Then he leaned down on her with his full moon weight.

Alex screamed, doubled over. The pain was sickening. She felt something inside her give way, tear. And diddley still pushed on. Painfully tedious her torso was lowered on the two metal poles. He watched with fascination as they both disappeared up to the hold. She was still whimpering in pain as he lifted her up and lowered her careful on her cover. She was bleeding. He had expected that, her insides were torn. What he had not expected was, that the two batons seemed to obstruct the flow.

He got up and left her."Do n't go."

There was nuisance in her voice. And panic ?

"Just a sec."He returned with the para-cord"I promised you to proceed you filled till the end. So we have to make some adjustments. That 's why I chose the single with the handles."

He fumbled his cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, lit one and placed it between her lips."How does it feel ?"

She took a inscrutable puff, exhaled the bullet through the nose, then another one. He took the cigaret away and she looked at him."It hurts ... feels ... strange."

They shared the dope in secrecy. Jack-tar took it from her lips, it was nearly burnt down.

"This will be my final chance to do this."Irritated she looked at him. Then she screamed as he stubbed it out on her sensitive clitoris. Instinctively she tried to get away, felt the alloy inside her move, causing even more pain.

As if zilch had happened Jack-tar knelt between her spread legs. She felt his glossa on her burned clit and grunted with pain."Even when you die I like your taste. Maybe even more."Alex was not sure if she was meant to discover his words. His voice was so different, seemed so far away. She just laid still, tried to breathe flatbed. That seemed to ease the pain. For now.

As diddly-shit straightened up there was blood on his sassing and chin."Now ”, he smiled."As I said, a few adjustments."pain in the neck made her groan again as he turned the baton in her cunt that the handle was rubbing on her now sore clit.

With confident and settle down social movement he tied the para-cord around the grip, then around her minor shank."And even some length unornamented ”, he murmured. After a minute falter he reached for her berm."Let 's make a fairly leash tied to this."

In pain she whimpered as her full weight was placed on the baton between her legs."Not long, promise."

But it felt like eternity. As he was finished the para-cord was wander around her neck like a dog collar, two strings going down over her breasts to the harness, holding everything in place.

Jack got up and admired his handiwork. He had always been near at improvising. Suddenly he was cognisant of his surd cock in his pants. And Alex on her knees in front of him.

On the second day in that shabby hotel in Germany she had surprised him by taking in his whole shaft, down her throat. The remembering stirred in his mind and he moaned.

"open your mouth."With one hand he unbuttoned his jeans, with the other he reached out, grabbed her neck. digit tightening in her hair he shoved his cock down her throat. She whimpered again, tears of pain were rolling from the corners of her eyes.

Face-fucking her he looked her in the eyes. Even with all this pain she was trying to pay him as a great deal pleasure as she could saliver was dripping from her lips.

"Fuck, Alex ”, he gasped as he shot his cargo and pulled her closer.

Wide eyed she looked up to him. A plead look in her eyes. This was one of the things she hated. Being held till she felt suffocated. diddly-squat smiled down at her, stroked her cheek. He held her longer, saw the terror creeping up before he relaxed his grip and let go.

Alex pulled back, coughed and flinched in pain. She took some deep breaths, leaned careful forward, stuck out her clapper and started to clean his putz. mortal had trained her well.

With one finger Jack followed the tear that were flowing freely now."There is Thomas More to come. Get up."

Steadying her with a business firm grip on her arm he helped her get up. Her legs trembled, she felt the movement inside her, destroying her even more. As more than once before she tried to ignore the hurting, but she did not succeed.

"seminal fluid on ”. Jack-tar tucked her arm and she took one step forward. The pain was tortuous and she screamed again, stumbled. One more minor step, another one. Thomas More rip were flowing, she was panting.

"Can you feel them ?"tar patted the two small number outside her trunk which made her groan in agony again."Does this feel good ?"He pressed the wield hard against her clit and rubbed. Alex gasped in surprise and pain and Jack nodded."Just a few more steps. You can do it."

His spokesperson was soothing again and Alex stopped, leaned against him. He held her finale, felt her trembling soundbox."Just a minute ”, she murmured and he nodded. The painful sensation must be vivid. He had never been capable to make her scream before. And she had never shown signs of weakness.

"Just a few Thomas More steps, to that Tree over there. You can lean on it. Time for another fag."She nodded, steadied herself."Let 's go."

Head held high, eyes fixed on the tree diagram she took one step after the former. Each step accompanied by a ragged, leaden breathing space. She groaned in pain, nearly a growling, bit her lip and took the last step, let herself collapse to the Tree trunk.

Jack lit a coffin nail and placed it between her brim."You have earned it."Still trembling she nodded, inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.

With a sad grinning labourer left her and strode over to his back. Two Mexican valium and the knife left. He took one rope and the knife, turned around.

Even from afar he could see that she was in pain. The trend hat caused more ancestry to run down her legs. All the plan he had made. She should be able to last some more hours, growing weaker and in botheration all the time.

Slowly he made his way back. Ash had fallen on her tit and he brushed it aside. jackstones took the cigarette from her mouth and kissed her. Even now, in pain, weakening, her kiss was passionate. Or was it desperation that made her respond like she did ?

Sometimes - in the moments before she started to cry - he had thought that he could feel her despair. A longing for ... he did not know.

Did it weigh ? Now ?

Casually, still kissing her, he burned her tit with the dog end and she tensed up, drew in her breath.

"Do you desire it to end ?"he murmured between their sassing and she drew her head back. He saw the hurting in her centre, the pleading. Alex opened her mouth but just nodded.

"Such a shame. I wanted to spend the quietus of the day with you."His handwriting wandered over her body. Not like a man killing the woman in front of him but like a lover."We could have so much fun."Taking in her appearance he chuckled."Well I could have."

She licked her lips, closed her eyes again. She was dying, but slowly. She knew he was right. This could go on for hours. Hours that would seem like eternity.

shit pulled her in his arms for one to a greater extent long, operose candy kiss."Maybe I love you ”, he said under his breath."I want to be intimate you one more time. While you are still awake but dying."

He let go of her and took the rope.

"I want to see you, feel you. I will be the live thing you see, feel."“ Yes, Sir ”, she whispered, opened her heart again.

"Let 's give you some support at least."Slowly he tied her to the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The ropes trailed around her chest, still exposing her diminished tits. There was no conflict, no underground as he tied the slub an ill-treat back.

"smell at you. Helpless, weak, dying. I could entrust you like this. '' Her eyes widened and a panicking look appeared on her face."I want to make out you but both your holes are stuffed. One could even say 'destroyed'. What delight can there be for me ?"

"Please"It was just a whisper. Her lips moved more but he could not hear a sound.

He went over and kissed her again."You have been on the streets so long and now you start to panic when I threaten to leave you alone ?"he whispered in her ear, starting to unbutton his pants.

His hard cock brushed against her difficult abdomen. She was filling up with blood. Even slower he reached for his knife."Just finding the right spot."Pre-cum left a small smear on her skin as he withdrew.

He looked deeply in her optic as he placed the tip of the brand on that spot. A faint grin appeared on her lips again as she felt it prick her skin."Thank you ”, Alex mouthed wordlessly and her regard seemed to go right through him."fast and hard, just as you like it."And he drove the knife home.

Her head tilted back, she grunted in agony. Jack probed with the knife, widened the entry wound. Blood was rushing out. More than the had expected."Just a bit more ”, he hissed through clenched dentition."Now I can be intimate you."He pulled the knife out, let it fall in the Grass. And he slid his rooster in the wound.

It felt eldritch ... slippery, warm, next to no resistance. His cock brushed one of the wand and he moaned.

Alex tossed around in pain, leaned against the forget me drug. Panting and groaning Jack fucked her. Even in his frenzy he felt her getting weakly, her movements stopping.

"I love you ”. The whispered word of honor reached his brainpower without word of advice, sent s shiver down his spine. In reappearance he moaned louder, fucked her harder.

Alex head rolled to one side, rested on her shoulder. The green eyes were open, staring unseeing in the distance.

With a grunt Jack climaxed, shot his load deep interior into her dying soundbox. Panting he stood there, leaned against her. The pain must be horrible but she was silent, did not displace. Then the syncope smile - Sad, he realized, that was what it had been - appeared. It looked nearly happy, depicted object. Her lips moved again but he did not captivate the words. He held her close. come together that he could palpate her die, that she could feel him.

Eventually her eyelids fluttered, closed. He kissed the binge on her cheeks, withdrew only as he felt that her heart had stopped.

Alex was dead.

"Alex MacDonald."Jack-tar raised his chalk for a silent salute."I am for certain she found serenity at last."“ Alex MacDonald"Ryan echoed and their chalk clinked, they drank in silence.

She was running. She ran when she was angry, when she was sad, confound, hurt. But now ... she was not only running. She was running to him.

He was waiting with his weapon wide open and she flew in his embrace. Tears were flowing as they kissed."I was waiting for you ”, he whispered hoarsely.

"I have missed you, you bastard. ”