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“Mercy , please have mercy” was the last sentence uttered by a polite Indian fellow after I ushered him out my condo door with a friendly wink of an eye after glancing down at his massive bulge hidden inside his checkered knee high shorts.
I leaned back on my condo door after I had closed it and waited patiently for the sound of the elevator bell which dings as it arrives to my floor. That was the long awaited end of my last session, 3 1/2 weeks ago, and at the time I couldn’t wait to close up shop and find some time for myself on a well deserved vacation.
Now, nearly a month later I’m refreshed and eagerly awaiting the first man to carry his undaunted bravery unto my chambers.
Wary that he will find his deepest pleasures or his darkest horrors at the foot of my bed, yet shall he come forth and offer himself unto me asking once again for mercy.
Know this of the mercy you speak …
The quality of mercy is not strained.
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath.
It is twice blest;
It bleseth him that gives and him that takes.
Mercy is above the pleas of my slave;
It is an attribute to your Mistress herself
And earthly power doth then show likest mine
When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, slave,
Though justice be thy plea, consider this,
That, in the course of justice, none of us should see salvation:
we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render the deeds of mercy.
I have spoke thus much to mitigate the justice of thy plea;
Which if thou follow, this strict court of which I am council, judge and jury,
Must needs give sentence ‘gainst the slave here.
Mercy is denied , until a pound of your juice can thou provide.
Only then shall mercy’s quality be given.
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