He is really going, she thought. How the hell do you go to a swingers club solo? What an ass. She slowly unlocked the bathroom door and headed for the... kitchen, clearly needing a sip of pinot gris to figure out her next move. Her hands shook as she reached in the cabinet for a stemless wine glass, slowly opening the wine bottle with her Whodini opener. As she grabbed the cork to throw it away, it slipped out of her hand and onto the counter, landing near a piece of paper. ..the ticket to. Oh boy, I’ve really let myself go these past years. This used to fit like a glove. I hope I don’t tear right out of them.The big man squeezed and wiggled some more. Damn it, this is never going to fit! Why did I come up with this ridiculous idea in the first place?! Oh god! It’s—too tight in the crotch!Erik’s efforts were eventually rewarded and he sighed a breath of relief. “Phew, for a minute I didn’t think I’d make it.”It only took him another minute to regret his selection, however.. You exit the bush and finally risk your first glance back - the furry mammal is roaring and tearing against the vines. Held, but you could see it breaking free.“Fuck,” you breathe as you turn and run further down the road. Your eyes dart to the left. Before the bombs, this would have been a pleasant suburb. But five years after the mists had changed that. Massive trees and vines grew across the ground; into houses and into chimneys. You can hear the chitter of carnivorous monkeys above, but you. At the moment they are an anomaly that is un-noticed by the central authorities."Nora raised an eyebrow. "The sensible thing would be to let me go, or just kill me like you did the bounty hunters, if I'm such a risk to your plans."Varna's head snapped round to look at her. "Nora! What the fuck?"The Captain smiled. "You are the rightful heir to the Rmaxis fortune and power." She turned to Varna. "As you are the heir to the Carask family." That is ridiculous, Captain, I was disinherited." She.