See how I am getting bigger and harder, that means it feels good to me, you want to be a good boy and make your daddy feel good don’t you.” Da...ddy asked as he lay his head back enjoying the hand job I was giving him.I looked up at him smiling “Yeah, of course I do daddy, I would do anything for you.”“Good sport, that is what I want to hear, because I am going to train you to be very good at making me feel good, and I get the feeling you will be very good at it.”Now like any son I loved. On Monday morning, I'd be back to jeans and acomfortable shirt.My stomach growled but I decided to clean her bathroom before I ate lunch. Ifilled the bucket with warm, soapy water and took the small brush upstairs.Entering the bathroom, I gathered up the wet towels Miss Emily had used andput them in the hamper. Another load. Groan.Just as I was about to start scrubbing, I thought of Miss Emily's anger atmy appearance after I had slaved over the kitchen floor. I went to my roomand changed into. It turns out he didn’t remember much of the actual dying. “One moment, I was flying through the air,” in his own words, “Then the next I woke up in the temple of the All-Father. Nothing in between that I can recall.” The priests and priestesses were kind enough in nursing him back to health, although he was able to confirm that nobody who had died by fire was able to be resurrected, including the Lord Paramount’s family. I guess they weren’t that close, if Hawkins didn’t seem particularly. His brown hair was grayed up with something, and was in a bowl of short dreadnaughts over his shaved sides. He shouldered not a backpack but a long quiver.A girl was with him. With her siren's voice she said, "It is not a spirit, Ab, it is her brother." She had on strange boots. They raised her up like heels, but instead of a tip it continued back to sole, creating a large hole in each. Her long, dark purple dress would have been very tight, if it were not for the long slit that ran up the left.