Apparently, it was expensive to cast.I learned to time my Slash with the migration of Ghouls. I would hold casting my spell for a few minutes in order... to catch more in my wave o’ death.Just short of five hours later, I was the only one standing.“We need to headhunt and move. I don’t want to be here at nightfall.” Nat was taking her leader position seriously.I let them go hunt. My legs weren’t moving all that well. Or at all. I could swear that I had no arms either. My Axe put itself away. Maybe. " Joe admitted."Oh God, Joe. Nothing wrong with looking and I'm sorry if I teased you. I'm proud of my body, but it's all for one man now as it always has been." Betty told him."No one else? Ever?" Joe asked with a suspicious grin.Betty blushed and turned away."Oh LORD, Betty. It's no big deal. Don't sweat it." It IS a big deal to Scott. It was before we were married, but I was engaged. I was just curious. It was one night, one guy and it did more good than harm in the long run, believe me.". She was in the country.There were two men standing there, dressed "retro" as she called it. One of them was a man named Wyndham Foster, who was responsible for her being there.The other was Jonathan Rutledge ... my great-great grandfather.Foster lived with Jonathan, as a boarder. My great-great grandmother had already passed on due to consumption, which we know now as tuberculosis. Mr. Foster, as it turned out, was a self-styled scientist, and in 1915, he developed first a theory, and then a. She was in a deep sleep.Maybe she was tired by the work or she couldn’t sleep because of yesterday’s incident. My mind was telling to remove her bra and panties and just observe her nude body. But I was frightening to do that. After a late evening, we woke up and she started to continue her work.I was just following her everywhere she went and stared at her body. As the day was over, I helped her by buttoning her blouse from the back which was giving a strong arousing to both of us. I tried to.