“I AM. Need a break!”“Uh, Cindy tells me that next week’s a BIG week at the home office.”“What’s big?”“Your boss, the pTerridactyl, ...turns fourteen, and I’m told to squeeze my eyes closed and imagine magic.” Maddie smiled. “Something about a wedding.”“Terri’s,” Brindy said.“Who’s a year younger than me,” Deena said. “Lots of young girls marrying there.”“Yeah, if we’d known, I could’ve probably talked Bill into it. Nikki was fifteen when she got married HERE. One of the local judges wrote up a. She didn't understand why a woman inhaling a cigarette got me so excited and she didn't smoke so she couldn't help me there. At times I missed having the outlet for those fetishes I craved. The sex is great and she enjoys some kinky things but I did miss indulging in those particular interests that my ex would do for me. I've spent most of the past two years trying to convince my girlfriend to try latex. Start small with some gloves or panties and maybe work up to a dress. She seemed open. I'd never fished in my life, and had no interest in learning the nuances. I learned that guys have fishing weekends together as an excuse to drink beer at any hour, and escape from wives and their list of chores. All you had to do as proof was bring home a couple of blue gills no one wanted to scale anyway and were already close enough to spoiling only a sporting man would want to fry them up.I'd chuck my couple of the allotment raw out in the alley, hoping to poison some rats.The tragedy was. My old nemesis.I held up a hand. “Uh, while I’m here, can I ask some questions? There are things about this experience that have been bothering me.”“Sure, go ahead.”“Okay. Where’s my greatsword?”That had been bothering me for quite awhile.“Oh, so that wasn’t just a means of testing my limits at character generation, hmm?”Well, about that... “Don’t worry! I’m just kidding. The sword exists, and someday you’ll find it, but that day isn’t now.”“Hmm ... okay ... can I still makes requests of you.