Tear, Geisha 2

"It was her Ladyship" he added, as if this knowledge would do her some comfort.

And he watched as her hot teary eyes roll around in her wet sockets making sense of his admission. Admission that more than likely would not be allowed to leave the room. 

"It was less to do with her Lord husband's...dalliance with you. But more of her son's." 

"Hence the autopsy of your long late- husbands' pit."

"Which...I'm afraid also forced the hand of her Lord husband in your fate."

The elderly man sighed. "One mustn't blame her Ladyship too much."

"Her heart and...her bed only has room for that son of hers."

"He was her protector through all of that Husband's beatings after all."

"...And was afraid you will poison everything she had left in this world."

"To her you had stepped on quite a number of her small toes..."

"Once...she was just like you after all."

"...And that's why I'm afraid you must die."

The client finished with a sad feeling smile. A mirthless admission more than anything. And the full measure of his meaning shown by his deflated cock. Which, though once had raised like a stallion's prickled twitching mast, now looked like the folded sac of a sow stomach on the tatami. Perhaps he knew, after all he looked like someone who reads people like a book. That a woman like her would see the meaning of a man through the state of his hankering flesh. 

Though he had used her and all her holes thoroughly before this saccharine play of sympathy. As if it could undo the full taste of him in her mouth and nostrils and insider her hips. Before he had elicited those shameful moans from her body. Of trust, they had less now than when they were clients, but of his heavy words. He was like the face of Death himself. 

"I have here, the orders made by her Ladyship, and her Lord." A folded writ with the great clan's seal was produced from the clothed folds of his chest. The chest that only earlier had shared her pillow. "The same warrant was issued to all their Hatamotos. And the degree announced to the towns."

"Which all called for your imprisonment, and much public beheading and exposure of your head."

"But I am a bounty hunter." The grim man said in a comforting voice. 

"I have no business of bringing you back in bounded ropes." He finished. As if his voice was the solution. Letting the meaning wrack in her head. 

"I only have to bring them your head." 

It was then, that the wounded woman's eyes changed, and something more akin to relief came to her tense fleshy frame. "...And the public part of your death would be spared." 

"No need to thank me," he looked at her naked, heaving shame "after all, the price of such a thing had already been paid."

With these words, he saw a renewed measure of understanding come to her tearful eyes. And the goosed flesh of her long legs and hips soften. 

"Tell me you understand me."

"Give me a sign. Any sign"

Gingerly she drew up her naked feet to him, and rested its cold palm to his scarred, stubbled cheeks.