"Mother, I am engaged to Tom." She held her hand out with the ring showing. She was smiling.Mother said, "That's tiny. If Tom can't do any better than... that, he won't be able to support you either. I do not approve. If you wish to live here, that ring has to go and the foolishness of marrying him ends."Marianne said, "I'm sorry you feel that way. I will go pack. Tom will come get me." She left the den calling Tom on her phone. It was quiet in the den and my mother looked distraught. I don't. Finally one day, about five months ago, I caved in to these desires. I concealed a knife in my jackets inside pocket and went forth. I was apprehensive, but as I surveyed the task at hand, I realized it was pretty easy. None of these discreet motels had security cameras, for the privacy of the clients. They were intentionally remote, so no witnesses, and for a few twenties I could slip through reception without the guy lifting the screen, he just slid the keys under the window. It was like a. He thought that today, the way things were going, he might jump Sharon's bones for her.Just then, the doorbell rang. Mrs. Hinkle had been peaking out of the curtain. "It's a guy. Maybe 18 or 19. Looks nice, too." Sharon gave everybody a chance to get positioned, and opened the door. He had a container in his hands, but, she asked, "Are these the pizzas we ordered? He didn't hear a thing. He was busy looking at her naked body. She was a bit on the tall side, standing 5' 10" tall in her bare. That's when the goblins came.They were filthy and disgusting, they looked like a cross between a horn frog and angry midget. Wielding sharpened sticks and rusty swords. It was pitiful.They attack thinking a quick meal but with two spells and a hand full of cantrips he killed the lot of them. He would have put it out of his mind but then it dawned on him. He could use a good amount of slaves for his tower. Using magic was required but with slaves he could conserve power.With that goal in mind.