I went through a checklist in my head: my place was clean, and I didn't have porn randomly strewn around as I usually do. So it was a go. "Yeah that's...fine."We walk up to my 3rd floor apartment, and she went first up the stairs, I think on purpose. Her fucking beautiful phat booty was, like, 2 feet from my face! It jiggled with serious weight, and it drove me fucking wild. When we got to the door, I fumbled my keys, and almost dropped them. Justine laughed. "You alright there!?" I laughed it. My experiment had yielded theright response; however, I need to know when to stopbefore this gets beyond my control.Time for a joke, but don’t hash it up. Perhaps I shouldsave the jokes for another time.Women love a man who can make them laugh, so far I’dnot been able to do this with her, so it was a bitrisky, because if she fails to laugh, then I’ll be leftout to sea without wind in my sails. I left the jokeswell alone.Instead I told her about work, nothing exciting, evento. My short-term memory is still improving even after all this time. Sometimes it lapses and I panic, but I carry about my little electronic pad, and it tells me the most important things. Keeps me on track. But I am anticipating. Let’s start at the beginning. Settle down, it’s a long story. They told me what they knew at the hospital, Newcastle-upon-Tyne General. They were very patient, telling me the story over and over again, and over and over again I forgot it. Gradually it stuck. I had been. Delvin’s mother had been killed in a raid on the nearby town when he was 17, just a month shy of his 18th birthday, so he inherited the inn and everything associated with it, good and bad. Demon-kin, like Delvin, were usually not all that trusted; it was more to do with their origins than who they were as individuals. Adventurers were usually more accepting of his kind, mostly because they really didn’t care one way or another. Delvin had become quite the lord keeper in his time as the owner.