Feeding power into the ink, the strength rune flashed bright red then popped, sending a cloud of fibrous shredded leather high into the air. Kal sat t...here stunned as small bits of ink-stained hide rained down on his head. Ikuno stepped over to console the poor boy after wasting so many hours of work, she was caught up short when he looked at her.Beaming with pride he proclaimed, "It worked!"Glancing at the destroyed strength rune she gave Kal a wary look, "Are you okay Kal? That's not what it's. I hadn't thought it through.I started wandering home and deliberately took the route past the ladies of the night. They had been trying to engage with me for months. I had my line rehearsed. "Non merci, bon chance!", with an engaging smile. Then I thought again about having a pussy to eat...There was this gorgeous sexy lady who was dressed to fuck. I said something like, "Excusez moi, a combien pour a lecher ton chatte?". My French was way better then but far from brilliant. I was nevertheless. "Then there are nine of us. Three large?" asked Mum."One with hot sausage, please!" I said."Okay, but do you think your behavior merits special consideration?" Sure." You shouldn't be so self-centered," said Rachel. "Be more modest."In the ancient monastery of Miidera there was a great bronze bell. It rang out every morning and evening, a clear, rich note, and its surface shone like sparkling dew. The priests would not allow any woman to strike it, because they thought that such an action would. That said, I felt I was at least average in that department as well.There was a loud buzzing noise on Miss Sheridan's desk. She stood up and told me that Mr. Dunleavy was ready to meet with me. I stood up as well, and the two of us walked over to the closed door leading into Mr. Dunleavy's office. When we walked in, Mr. Dunleavy was seated behind a very large desk. He didn't bother to stand, so I didn't offer to shake hands with him. There was only one chair in front of his desk and he pointed.