" Right you are Mrs. Anderson, I just arrived on Thursday." Please call me Molly, everyone does and what are you doing in Ashland Mr. Cain?" I'll call... you Molly but only if you call me Matt and I'm here to write a story about life in rural Kansas." OK, Matt it is. Now tell me, who are you writing the story for?" Well I'm a free lance writer but I've got a friend who's an editor in Wichita that has promised to run the story if he likes the message." I see. Well what's going to be the message?". She was a year 12 student at the exclusive Catholic girl’s school Sacre Coeur, where she had won a scholarship.Next was Gangeesh with his 48-year-old aunt. Almost as wide as she was tall Navya had huge swaying melons far larger than Sai’s 44D and a belly, arse, and thighs to match. All wrapped in a red and white salwar kameez which strained at the seams containing what lay within.They were quickly followed by Bhanu with his 54-year-old aunt Ruth, whom I later found was Anglo Indian, confirming. In short, the game thrums with magic.The game…The game itself is simple: roll the dice and move your piece, face the consequences of your roll. Above all, DO NOT CHEAT. The game does not appreciate cheaters of any sort, and deals with them very… creatively.However, no matter what anyone will say, the game is not cruel or ruthless. It gives you a chance, but that is it- one chance. It is fair to whoever plays it, caring not about age, race, or species. However, after it sends out the results of. "Was it always this big?" Kara thought in her head. Kara scooted her chair towards your bed, oddly getting closer to you. "You know you look kind of handsome for someone your age, I could just.."Before she could give him a kiss the door's burst opened as a tall man wearing what could only be described as a bat walked into the room.In response to this, Kara backed away and reverted back to where she was before; nervous that she might have gotten caught and confused on what she just did moments.