. And of course the daemon tearing me to pieces.All of it came crashing down on me, and to my horror, the things thatI'd thought had only been a nigh...tmare were revealed to be real instead."Oh God," I gasped, not sure how to process all this.Julie sat down beside me and put an arm over my shoulder, promising,"Everything is going to be fine... You're alive and that's theimportant thing..." Alive," I whispered, remembering just how close I'd come to dying.Instead of panicking like I'd been doing. He stared at himself in a white lacey, heavily boned silk bra and whitesheer seemed stockings attached to a matching garter belt. His penishung freely on display, poking through some form of white crotch lessthong, and he flicked at the dangling diamond heart which swayed fromhis naval piercing. He unsnapped the chair's rib level seatbelt,pressing his palms to the chair's armrests as he lifted himself up,balancing on his four inch white pumps. He could barely believe hiseyes, as he watched the. Sir Jerlets took his shotgun, and I took mine. I did not ask him what he was using for his shotgun load, but I still had the solid 10-gauge slugs in mine. I also had some 10-gauge buckshot loads with me if they were needed. We started out on a path cut by men, and I was immediately annoyed with Sir Jerlets. He fired his shotgun at any noise we heard in the bushes, and then we were delayed as he had to look at what he had shot at. This day was a little windy, and I think that the wind caused the. Now with my vacation time next year I need to dive in a sub to the bottom of the Marianas Trench, so I can be the only person who has ever been to both the bottom and the top of the world!”The trip heading upwards to the surface wasn’t as challenging as climbing that famous Alaskan mountain, mostly. On average the route had mostly minimal inclines, often only about 10-15 degrees upward slopes, but there were several other steeper passages of 45 degrees that either had shallow man-made steps.