‘I’m Monica,’ She replied, tracing a lazy circle with her index finger. ‘I used to own this house. I’ve been in here ever since Mistress sho...wed up on my front door.’ Marcus blinked at that, staring dumbly at the brunette woman next to him. ‘I thought that she said this was her parents’ place?’ He paused, as he had to think about the second part. ‘And why do you keep calling her Mistress?’ ‘She told you that, huh?’ Monica replied. Her fingertip slowly traced up and down the back of his hand. But you may be dead if you dont get out of here right now. My mom finally told my dad were going out and if he sees you hell kill you. The look on Rickys face told me all I needed to know. He was scared of my father, probably afraid that he would stop me from seeing him. He had no idea that in the issue of sex my dad was his competition. I waved goodbye, fishing out my keys and opening the front door. I carefully placed my bag down and hung my coat in the closet. I didnt need to turn around to. Ogrul grimaces and raises his blunted silver Maul over his head, posing as though he's about to throw it to the men off to the left. They prepare themselves and I charge forward with my light hammers in hand. A strike with the curved head of my hammer smashes into the gut of the lead man. He goes to swing with his blade on his fall, scraping my chest plating before his sword snaps. Either a blade turned brittle by too many battles or poor craftsmanship. "Thin metal all around!" I warn Ogrul as. It was now the number-one way to meet new people, be it for long-term relationships or one-night stands. I was hoping to get it over with quickly, but my friend insisted on doing things properly. She convinced me to make an evening of it. We started with a photo shoot, before moving on to the actual creation of the profile. That part was rather funin case you havent noticed, I rather enjoy writing. By the time my profile page was up and running, it was past midnight and my friend finally.