I might be a righteous asshole sometimes, but I just fight to win and never draw out a fight for my personal amusement or any sadistic notion of prolo...nging my opponent's agony, but then again I do have some principles. This nasty huge dark skinned visitor apparently didn't ... but then again, almost none of them did.That's why the wizards of virtually all of the civilized worlds don't like any visitors much, and really stomp down upon renegade bastards that summon these assholes. Deseret has. ’She dropped the oven dish she’d taken from the cupboard. When a cast iron dish hits a ceramic tiled floor neither one comes off particularly well.‘Isobel. you really must be more careful. The dish is easily replaced but who knows if we can even get another of those tiles.’‘Screw the tiles, you stand there in motorcycle leathers tell me you’ve retired. What is this some sort of midlife crisis? When were you going to talk to me about this?’‘Well, I wasn’t really, I didn’t think it was your. Mrs. Jackson gasped for air as she reached up and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.The fat man pulled her face towards him and leaned in closer. “ Why did you turn me in? Why did you take everything from me?”The hot wife didn’t say anything but bit her bottom lip.“Why did you do it?” The obese man demanded again as he licked her face obscenely, “Why did you turn me in?”Katie cringed at his fat tongue as it slurped the side of her face.“Why did you do it?” the old man repeated, sounding. ” He reached for her, cupping her face in his hand and tilting her chin up so he could apply his lips to her neck. She hummed in his ear and turned her head further to give him room to work. Emboldened by the obvious permission, his other hand fumbled with the laces on the back of her dress, until he felt it fall loose around her slender frame. When she stepped away again to let the dress fall at her feet, he closed his eyes briefly, sending a prayer of gratitude to the Maker.He wished he could.