. Na envied Bu and Mod’s good fortune, particularly since her luck had always been so horrible... It was only last year that her deadbeat father, ra...rely seen, returned home one rainy night, crashing in, on an angry motorbike with the tail of a comet.Her wild-eyed father, in a cataleptic fit of meth-induced rage, had robbed, beaten, chased and slashed her mother’s legs with a kitchen knife, and then disappeared, probably back to his hometown, on the jungle border with Laos... Na’s elder brother,. "While not as destructive as the demolition of tableware, this ritual seems equally confusing," Terval said while helping Lorian to place the heavy wooden log into a sawing horse. "Is it also meant to scare away mythical spirits?" No," Lorian answered. "Both traditions originate from a region called Germany, a region with an abundance of quaint traditions. They often have symbolic value. The cleaning up of the broken dishes was the symbolic 'first mess' to cope with together, while the sawing. Her legs were stiff and her knees like jelly from the position she had spent the last ten hours in. As we walked, she awakened more and spoke something other than a moan "It was an awesome night Master. I look forward to serving in this manner again if it is acceptable to my Master." Her eyes were still clouded with the lust of the night as she looked at me while speaking."And so you shall my pet," I replied as I helped her out of her garter belt and stockings and into a tub of hot water.Linda. " - I wasn't really at all sure which eatingplaces might be open for a Saturday lunch."Definitely French!" said Neera. "Pricey but nice. You'd look good init!" What are you...? Oh..." I followed her eyes and found myself looking ata shop window. She was right, it was a nice dress and the price wasindeed steep, as you would expect from that kind of shop. I vaguelyrecalled visiting it with Neera before, but at that time I had no directlypersonal interest in ladies fashions. Now.