After two long years of creative dry spell and a major writer's block that has prevented me from writing seriously, I have decided to try to continue ...this thread. Bear with me as attempt to get back into the mindset of the premise so the pacing of quality content might be a little slow.)A long time ago, a great immortal warrior named Skord brought down the rampaging Bardarim, the fabled Ender of Worlds. As reward from the Elder Deities, he was offered the place of a dead War God in the Heavens,. So one day I wanted to introduce myself, so when I was walking down around the complex I saw her and smiled and we introduced ourselves.So she told her name is Divya and she’s a housewife, about 32 years old.. Husband is working and has two kids.So we exchanged smiles and it was just a casual conversation..So then she asked what I was doing and I told her I’m 20 and I was doing my Business degree. So she was like okay that’s good and we exchanged numbers.So let me describe her, her boobs are. ‘Massage, sir?’ The question takes Matthew by surprise, something that makes his hackles rise and draws a growl out of his throat as he turns to see a petite Filipina in a faded blue tank top and a gaily-patterned sarong full of swimming neon fish looking up at him and holding a glass bottle of clear oil in her left hand and a large beach blanket folded over that arm, her gamine face set in a friendly islander’s smile. ‘For two hundred pesos, I promise you the best massage of your life.’ Her. ‘I didn’t really choose her,’ Brian said. ‘Stacy and I were more of a by-product of Charlie and Miley. I’m Charlie’s best friend and Stacy is Miley’s. It’s like we didn’t have a choice, we just kind of got thrust together.’ ‘Great,’ Samantha wiped. ‘So now destiny is against me, too.’ Brian gave her a look, ‘I thought you said you were over me.’ Samantha stood and pulled her pants up. When she turned to flush she nearly toppled over again, but Brian was there to support her. She leaned against.