You can drop in whatever you feel is fair or what you feel you can afford. None of us are flush so any amount at all will be appreciated."Now the hard... subject. I hate to bust our bubbles but we have been playing a dangerous game. We have all been fucking our respective daughters and now one another's daughters without any protection with one exception that I know of. Any of your daughters, besides Myra, on the pill?" No one answered. "Ok that leaves the possibility that any one of or all of. We must speak now." He strode away.Confused and reluctant, I followed him to a vacant room. He closed the door behind us. "You must believe, Priest, for magic is the only thing that can save our Joseph now."Magic did not exist. It was false hope to pursue it. And yet Pharaoh believed. Joey believed. "What must I believe?" The Shadow Realm! Dragon's life could be saved there." In this dream world of yours?" I shook my head. "Even if it existed, you said he would not survive the trip."He nodded.. ”I pointed to the building the Corporal told me about and mentioned the fire mission, “George, we’re damn sure that building is where the bastard was building his suicide vests. I would suggest we call in a fire mission on it, hell while you’re at it level the entire block.”George figured out the coordinates on his map and called in the fire mission. The first rounds obviously hit some ordnance because the sky lit up like the Fourth of July. It didn’t take long until the whole block was. The awkwardness of the situation hit me. It was 3am, raining steadily, and I was lying in a field with Dave Reid, his hoodie wrapped around me, his own body freezing. I rolled over on my side and realised how damp the ground was. The grass was icy, and beneath us, the lights of the town had all but been extinguished. I propped myself up on an elbow, and tried to make out Daves shape beside me on the ground. It was incredibly dark, and the moon cast no light on us, silent in the expanse of.