"I am Instinct and your business knocks on my door. Your war breaks these rocks underfoot and draws nearer to my home. Leave or regret it". At the sam... moment they both answered "no". This war is a foolish thing and I will not suffer it. I offer peace for the second and last time." This time however they did not answer with words... They attacked and in his rage my father accidentally destroyed the twelfth rock himself. The fool's got their fighters and started trying to break my father but for. ?I think you need to be punished, babe. I think you ass should be burning.? saysMaster. I'd like that. I don't say anything. Really, pain isn't my favorite thing. I'd rather havehim climb on top of me and sink his cock slowly into my wetness. But at thispoint, it's a little late in the game for me to negotiate. ?Ask for it.? He grabs hold of my hair. Ow! That fucking hurts. In my mind, I still debate asking for what I want,asking him to fuck me, and pissing him off even more. ?Please? please. The more times in one night I can fulfill my hunger for release, the smaller the ravenous monster of desire comes back, taking longer to grow until it devours me in another partner, but he always comes back. Is this not the definition of addiction? Enter the man child, stage left. For storytelling purposes, let’s call him Guy, though I am certain he will be able to identify himself, should he ever stumble upon this. Guy is a tattoo artist. This is only significant because this is how we met.. "Hanson interrupted. "You just wanted to walk eight miles in the blazing sun in the middle of a dirt road with them silly little sandals on. Is that it?"Billie knew that her argument was gone. She really didn't have much of one anyway, and hearing Hanson kid around reminded her that it wasn't like they were complete strangers. Their families had lived up in the hills for years and not more than a middlin' walk between them.Hanson pushed the door open then as if he knew she was going to get in.