Her guides scented a few targets, but they were too small or distant to waste time chasing. Farther on, they became more excited, dancing in place. Re...alizing they needed to move quickly, she motioned her designated killers to proceed, sending the guides to direct them. They were soon engaged in a rapid pursuit through the woods, ending in a thick bramble surrounding a hollowed tree. Before she could see what they’d cornered, one of the guides rushed in, reaching his hand into the narrow. I've been spending a lot of time at his house recently. We get along really well. My grandfather is a very nice man. We both like to play board games and play cards when I'm over there. We usually will get pizza and then just play lots of games into the evening. I'll always stay the evening so he has company. My mother is working so sometimes I don't feel like being alone.On my last trip something kind of different happened. We ordered the pizza and we were playing gin rummy because that it the. “You are the Princess’ champion. You need to get used to it.”“Mom says I need only be what I want to be,” Yren said stubbornly.“I’m not sure mom considered the princess,” Bena laughed. “She can be very ... forceful ... and she’s decided you are her champion.”“So you keep reminding me,” Yren replied with a sigh. “I’m still not certain the Princess didn’t make a terrible mistake.”“She didn’t,” Bena said, suddenly serious. “You can be certain of that. I am.”“How can you be so sure?” Yren said,. She pressed smiling lips against the curve of my neck, and I exhaled a silent breath. She'd easily slipped into porn star mode. Mom rose with liquid motion onto her heels, standing before me like a supervillainess with her hip cocked to one side, her hands creeping toward the hem of her blouse. Slowly, she began lifting her top, revealing her soft tummy, her green mesh and lace bra that seemed to struggle to contain her monstrous breasts—36G according to one of her fansites. Letting.