Keeping a list was my idea. Well, anyway, I found this world’s version of a blacksmith for monster parts. They’re called whitesmiths.”“Cool. G...o on.”“Monsters, unlike humans, have all the skills they need inside their bodies. Gods only play a role in bringing those skills out or adding some that they shouldn’t have. Whitesmiths find the part of the monsters that have these skills and turn them into something worshipers can use in combat or in daily life.”“Like a monster core or something.”“Kind. Jeff kept me next to him with a hand. "Okay, all of you department heads. I need your personnel needs and forecasts for the next year so Chuck has something to do. Since we have new sales, his department has something to do so he will be busy with hiring as well as being an engineer. Enjoy your bonuses and be sure to buy Chuck a beer."It looked like the meeting was over but just as everyone began standing, Jeff announced. "Oh yeah. I have some personal news that will influence some things over. I ended up sun bathing in a lawn chair on the back lawn, while my sister and her friend played in the pool. My sister kept looking at me and whispering in Jessi's ear. I noticed this once or twice, but was more concerned with napping in the sun. As the girls splashed, and dived up and down, Heather's bikini top string came loose and her top fell off, exposing her breasts. The only reason I had noticed was Jessi shouting out. "Oh my god! Your top fell off!" My sister only laughed and looked over. I've been craving more. I need a real woman, with hair to tug while she eats me out, and an ass to slap while I shove my fingers inside her. I want the moaning, I want the screaming. Oh god, I need my vibrator again.But damn it, it's been far too long since I've had a real woman's touch. And I swear to god this weekend I'm going to do it. I've got plenty of time, and there's plenty of juicy pussies in this town. But just how am I going to do it?Well let me back up. Sorry, I got a little carried.