That cursed item has its advantages.”“Kaito’s not cursed!” Elinore yells out.“Kaito?” Silas says laying on the ground.Gorge clenches his f...st and steps forward towards Bonny. “Well girl, show me what you can do!”“Bring it on!”Gorge rushes ahead raising his fist as he jabs at Bonny aiming for her stomach. But the wind blocks the force of his blow and he’s pushed back by a powerful gust of wind. Holding out her hand Bonny gathers the wind into her palm as it forms into a large black scythe with a. You know I only knew him as the little brother of Linda.”Ben paused, then grinning at Christine, he added, “I never cared for him as much as I did for Erika’s cheeky kid-sister.”“What did you talk about? He didn’t invite you to come to the Café Wien with him to play billiards and cards with his friends, did he?”“No, he didn’t. But he told me a lot about hunting, his hunting grounds and the problems he has nowadays. He seems very committed, almost obsessed with hunting.”Christine shrugged her. Als ich das Gefühl habe er komme bis an die Mandeln entlädt er sich in mir und hält mir die Nase zu. „Erst schlucken, dann atmen!“ Ich befolge seinen Befehl und bekomme auch wieder Luft. Ich darf aufstehen und mich im Bad säubern und komme mit hoch stehendem Schwanz wieder ins Wohnzimmer. Der Alte mit dem Riesenteil sitzt wieder auf der Couch, mein „Onkel“ steht mitten im Raum, kommt auf mich zu und streichelt meine Hoden. „Am Samstag, 15.00Uhr bist du hier, Kleidung bekommst du noch, und, ach. I had poetry commissions that I couldn't deliver. My work of sonnets, Lonely as a Cloud, was just getting nowhere. The words just weren't coming. I would imagine a sex scene or an erotic incident, but I wasn't able to capture its essence. What I did write was banal and basically not very good. There was no rhythm to my verse. The poems had no structure and I couldn't find words that didn't sound clichéd or leaden. Sex had somehow become reduced to nothing more than gynaecological.