It felt so small. Not like Master's. “Fuck me!” I moaned anyways. “Just ram that dick and—”The guard grunted, yanked back from me. I heard a... meaty thunk, armor clattering. I whirled around, my tail brushing the wall behind me. Master drew back his fist, holding the dazed faerie guard. Red blood poured down from the faerie's broken nose, staining the lips. Master punched. The guard's head snapped back. His body went limp, ripping out of Master's grip and slamming on the floor.“Master!” I. I've been married and divorced and then remarried to the same woman again," I grinned. "I have three children that I love very much. I'm originally from St. Cloud, Minnesota, and so was my late wife. We met there and were married ten years before our divorce. I'm not a very big guy, but over the years we were married, I got pretty lazy and sedentary and gained a lot of weight. An accident caused me to lose all that weight and changed my lifestyle."The excess weight and my inability to do. Go to Mok-san’s place for Omasake. I’ll make a booking.” Sugihara smiled. “Have a good time John.” The older Japanese winked and grinned. John was flustered. Why had he winked? What did the wink mean? ____________________________________ That night as John tried to sleep he tossed and turned. He couldn’t get charming Minako-san out of his head. This was no rock ’n’ roll chick, or some coltish American ingénue with tattoos, or even worse some dope smoking tutti frutti crazy chick to melt your. I suppose we could put a flat rock in the fire and bake the balls on that. The clay balls just need the water baked out, so it really doesn’t have to be that hot, anyway.”“The titanium will wash, and I can sterilize it afterward. Besides, I like to see the clay balls hit. There are certainly enough big boulders around here to hang our targets on. The first rain that comes will wash off any mark the exploding clay shot might make, so we won’t be damaging anything for future hikers.”“We’ve.