Driven with Chaos. War. Bloodlust Evil… How do you like me so far? Hold on now! Stand your ground before me. Breathe, even with one ear you have le...ft, and I shall tell you my tale. Not like you can retell it as you kiss my sword one last fucking time. Listen and perhaps your death will be quick. More or less. Perhaps, just perhaps, you can live with a curse – knowing my story… * * * * ‘Kill him!’ ‘Do it!’ ‘He’s a murderer! He killed my child! My only child!’ ‘Chop his head off!’ A tattered. I knocked on the back door and I heard her holler, "Come on in. I'm in the front room."She was in the front room, stark naked, her bad leg propped up on some pillows and her hand working on her pussy. She looked at me and said matter of factly, "You know what I want. I saw you watching yesterday and I recognized the look on your face. You wanted to come in and join the party and I'm sorry you didn't. I was super horny yesterday and could have used another man. You up to a party today?"I liked. Pepper? She's one foxy lady. She's no kid, I grant you, but she's got the body of one. Smooth skin, nice and tan. Good, firm tits -- and she's not afraid to let anyone know it, not with the stuff she wears. Super blond hair, a real beach- goddess face, all angles and cheekbones. And those legs -- Christ, her legs go all the way up to her tits.So picture this broad in her hooker outfit: pink crop top, short red leather miniskirt, fishnet hose, five-inch heels, and everything tight enough to show. After a few drinks were gone, I noticed this stunningly beautiful lady enter the bar. She sat a few stools away from me at the bar, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was a raving beauty, with long dark hair, and perfectly shaped breasts, and a nice, sexy low cut dress that showed a lot of cleavage. Her face was as striking as any fashion model; In short, she was a living goddess. I could not keep my eyes off of her, she was as fine a looking a woman as I had ever seen, and I could.