How 'dat sound, eh???Not too good,? I answered. ?How 'bout this??I pulled the flashlight from my pocket and shone the beam directly in Nix'sface, whic...h melted into a puddle of black ichor as he squealed in pain. Theriflemen dropped their weapons in terror, and ran with the other Nollocks,screaming and fleeing from the beam like cockroaches. I kept my death raytrained on Nix's head until there was only a steaming stump atop his neck.I clicked off the light and turned around. There were no. Sara’s a tall girl, about 5’9” or so. I’m six or seven inches taller so with her arms around my neck and mine around her slim waist her feet were left dangling. Her breath was soft on my neck and I could feel her well formed breasts pressed against my chest. She smelled wonderful with her arms around me. Spicy and sweet, almost like a frosted cinnamon roll that had just come out of the oven. We must have held each other for fifteen or twenty seconds before I felt her embrace relax and I gently. No pimples. No grey streaks or artificial hair dyes. No premature baldness or moles or birthmarks or blemishes or acne scars. A universality of bountiful breasts and finely honed pectorals, of six-packs and bulging biceps, of sinewy tree trunk thighs and shapely calves, where every face was chiselled and every eyebrow had been plucked and shaped to faultless arcs of enticement. Which is not to mention the sexual organs. Plump, smooth, or meticulously manicured cunts offered as split, juiced,. .oh, and green eyes. Her profile was littered with claims of desperation. She needed a good man, she just lost her job, in need of money and job, blahhhh. I figured, what a perfect time to take advantage of all of these things. So I did. I messaged her. Telling her that I had income and perhaps we could make a deal. She asked what kind. I told her we would negotiate. She said no penetration. I said "of course not, thats i*****l." My first offer was blatant "200 to piss on me and.