That she needed to talk to me. Now I was really nervous! She took my arm and we walked to my truck. Amy's dad had volunteered to take her bags with hi...m so we could have some time to ourselves. We walked to my truck arm in arm and I opened her door and seated her, even helping her buckle her seat belt. Then I walked around and got in the driver's seat. As we pulled out of the bus stop parking lot, Amy suggested we go to the miniature golf course. The miniature golf course is where we had our. I’m not sure what was going on but something was not right. I could tell from her posture, her facial expressions, the tone of her voice, something was wrong. I decided to press the issue further.“What’s wrong Ash? You’re not yourself.” I asked her quietly.“I have made a mess out of things. I just don’t know how everything got so screwed up.” she said, never looking up.“What have you messed up Ashley? Everything is fine, don’t worry.” I told her.“I have hurt you, Brian. That’s something I. . sir..." and, choking back sobs, she climbed onto her brother's lap. She avoided looking at him--and he avoided looking at her. But he made no protest. She had her knees one either side of his legs, clamping together as closely as possible, her crotch several inches above his lap. She closed her eyes, leaned forward over her brother and waited for the blows to begin. "Lower," said her dad from behind her. "What do you mean?" "Get your ass down lower. Spread your knees." "Daddy why are you. Are we good?” she asked.“We’re good,” I said. “You haven’t given me a movie or anime to show me what my character is based on.”“It’s not. The newest version of A Bard’s Tale was released and is gaining popularity now. You’re D’neth, a bard.”“What’s your character?” I asked.“RPG has a lot of leeway regarding the character you develop. I’m C’hola, a shapeshifter huntress charged with protecting the bard. Not that you can’t protect yourself. Bards are usually skilled with some weapons and you know.