Was there nothing that man couldn't do? No impossible task he couldn't accomplish?It sure didn't seem like it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tad BlakeP...roposition 5 had passed. That bastard Clint had really done it. Escaped prison. Escaped it all. I sat on the old couch in my crappy, one-bedroom apartment and thought about my little sister. Erica could have been mine if I wasn't such a dick to her. If I hadn't ruined everything. She'd moved on. Married. Had kids that I'd never met.It was my own. Sixteen fucking years, and from the day of our wedding, as she was working for that bastard, she could have been putting one over on me. For at least fourteen and one half years the dead bitch had her cake and ate it too. She had me working my ass off like some prat and was fucking on the side and living like a princess in her secret life.Shit, that represents 9% of our time together that she was just mine, if her start to be a whore date is to be believed.She sure as hell allowed him to shoot. Casting a simple divining spell, you confirm that there is indeed a young lady close by, and, just as importantly, nobody else.You soon come across the clearing that you have sought for the better part of a day now. The fair-skinned whore has been caught under a fallen tree-branch, and as you view her shapely behind wriggling in the air as she attempts to escape, you feel a pang in your loins. It’s been far too long since you’ve last had a woman, and you can see from her attractive figure just. Two more gentlemen had arrived and I presented myself to them as the new hostess. After they were seated I could almost physically feel their interest in me. They waved me over and the older one started the questions."I know it is impolite to ask a lady for her age, but maybe you are willing to give us a bracket; like from here to there." I don't mind revealing my age. I am thirty-two."Both burst out laughing, "we had you pegged at twenty-four. But I am glad, I like more mature ladies. I think.