Oh Mistress Ayn...

*cue soft orchestral music building to a crescendo as Mistress Ayn and Asp run towards each other across a field of flowers blowing gently in the breeze... Mistress Ayn's long lustrous hair flying out behind her as she lopes gracefully... Asp`s long ratty beard blown sideways as he runs (if you can call it that)*

*Finally they meet... Asp's arms outstretched... Poised to wrap around and embrace Mistress Ayn as lovers do after a long absence, but instead suddenly dropped to his knees in front of Her as we reveal the death grip She has on his crotch with Her left hand... Asp, with tears in his eyes and barely able to speak, looks up at Her and squeaks in a very high-pitched voice*

I guess I should have seen that coming... How I have missed You, Mistress Ayn.
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Asp