And since the muns have decided to forgo the smut tonight, let's just skip ahead, shall we?
Sweeney had been taught a great number of interesting tricks over the years by the whores he'd been to bed with since his time in Australia. Not the least of which was being rough and influential without being cruel and demanding. If Sadako didn't have her healing powers, she would have likely wound up dripping with blood, bruised, scraped and in severe pain by the end, but he'd given her time between each slice of her skin and strike to her body to heal, kissing the spot afterwards.
The barber laid beside Sadako with a faint smile, sweet but haunted. "You did so well tonight, my dear," he murmured, brushing a bit of hair away from her cheek, "I should like to keep bringing you along to each of my outings, if indeed that is what you would like. I've a plan for this."