If he goes, all is right with the world." What if he doesn't leave?" she asked."He will leave there is no doubt, but there are also other possibilitie...s," I suggested."Like what?" she asked."He could be out getting drunk and plans to have his say in the parking lot, when you leave. Now that is a little more dangerous. If that proves to be the case, he isn't just in a rage, he is thinking it out. Fewer, if any, witnesses, so it can get real serious real quick." Oh, that doesn't sound good." she. And shallow too. she gave it a resounding thwack with a hammer. pus leaked out of her wound, and blood too. she felt a creature crawling on her forehead. so she smashed it with a hammre. this time , her skull actually split open. the creature was a crak shaped. she pulled her would apart and it revealed some more ceratures. they got out. then it got into her mouth. she couldn't breath for a moment and then it went down her gullet. it was a rare cerature that could survive under highly acidic. "I quite often take this fat sow up to a few local 'dogging' spots in the area and film this cunt behaving like the fucking animal she is. A movie on the laptop started and there she was in all her nasty piggy glory on her knees in the middle of a car-park, her painted whore face surrounded by eight hard cocks of varying size and colour. The men were all jockeying and baying like animals to get their dicks sucked pulling her by the hair or slapping her round the face with their erections. Thoreau had asked Aggy about the style of fighting and Aggy had patiently explained that it wasn't a competitive sport. It was unarmed combat – designed to kill or at least disable the opponent as taught over nearly a decade to the young Aggy by a gnarled battered old Sol marine who had retired to Mountserrat and ended up a gym instructor at A&M.Aggy appeared happy enough as did the coterie. He admitted that he had no idea of what was happening but said not a word about what had happened. Of.