This time the bow-chasers aboard the Hawk spoke in reply. One shot fell short by only a few feet while the second slammed into the lower hull of the v...essel."Correct your fire Henrique," Pedro shouted out to his gunnery officer, "and give them another salvo." Aye-aye Captain," Henrique roared back across the deck of the Hawk as he turned his hand to directing his gunners. In seconds both guns were reloaded and wheeled back into their stations. Then with an adjustment or two under the watchful. All unnecessary personnel had been evacuated weeks before, including the royal family. The city itself was preparing for the end; shops were closed, taverns boarded up, citizens packed and fleeing for the forest many leagues to the east. The end of a great civilization was at hand and its ruler had not seen the signs.His Royal Majesty, King Sinthar Asha Whiterune, sat on the Rose Throne brooding over the most recent events. He was not the first Tarran King to do so, but, he might very well be. "You have such a pretty cunt," he said quietly. I looked down to see and the hem was in the way. I pulled it higher and looked. "Do I?" "Say it. Say, 'I have a pretty cunt.'" I blushed. "I have a pretty cunt." "That's right. Now stop showing it off like a whore and close your legs." I swallowed and blushed harder, lifting my leg and putting it in beside the other. "Hang your panties on the mirror." I unfurled them from the ball in my hand and hung them up. Johan threw the beach bag and. ”“Drafting?” I asked, because I was completely clueless about architecture or mechanical engineering.“Drawing blueprints or plans. But we’re wondering if you would want to be our partner for the class project? It says we have to work in groups of three and we want to work together, but we want someone who is a CS major on the team as well.”“Sure. Considering you’re the first two students I’ve actually spoken to here at IIT. This is my second day of class.”“Oh! We thought you were a Sophomore.