It felt like my left hand was on fire it felt like my wrist and at least three of my knuckles were broken or fractured,as I gently moved my hand to tr... to asess the damage the priciple came in looking...scared?.Itold him I broke my knucles and he said he'd get the paramedics who were comeing to check it out after they see Scott Tully (the jock I beat up) and asses his injuries.Then he asked"what started all this,nathan youve never been to my office the whole time you've been here" it was true. Youjust shook the hand of the daughter of one of the richest men inEurope!" Ugh," Amelie spat, rolling her eyes as Rachel's speech. "Yes. Myfather is Antoine Masson, the owner of Soixante-Trois. And no, I am NOTproud of that fact." But- but you work for the airline, right?" Sophie asked."Oui," Amelie replied. "In exchange for my father paying my universitycosts, I, like all my brothers and sisters, work for one of hiscompanies for a year. I chose the airline." So- so you work, umm, in. The path labeled [Main Story] will continue the intro as originally intended.Have fun! And Don’t be afraid to add chapters, especially in the main branch, i would love to see what naughty things you do with my characters.This was it, this was the big day. You’re finally leaving the nest.Checking your old bedroom mirror one last time you have a moment to take in your appearance, your name is Arthur Allan and wow, You truly are Mr average. standing 6ft tall with a slim healthy build, dark brown. The pure, overwhelming stench of months worth of his mother’s footsweat had blasted over him and completely fried his brain in an instant! It had been a thick and murky, musky stench, smelling of rich, ripe cheese, with a very powerful, almost painful sharp bite to it. It was so strong that it felt like his lungs were being set on fire.In fact, the stench of his mother’s shoe had been so powerful, that it had been too much for Gabriel to handle. He had flinched back breathlessly, coughing and.