..everything was wrong. His soulhurt. His mind was crumbling, his heart was broken, he just wanted todie. He didn't understand what was happening, he ...ust felt pain andsorrow in every inch of his consciousness.Cas cried, her delicate form trembling as she lacked even the strength tocurl up in to a ball. It was just all too much, and she wanted it to goaway. She tried to let out a wail, but it only came out as a wimper. Aweak attempt to a sorrowful scream, to weak for even the gods to hear.She. I got a nice view of her breasts anyway as she grabbed it. That happened last summer, and nothing like that had happened since. Anyway this story is not about that.Today I am just wearing my high school track shorts. I am 6’0”, I’m no collegiate athlete, but I am in pretty good shape. I ran track in high school, but so my legs have always been muscular, but not my upper body really. In college, however, we had a little gym in our building, and free membership to the big facility on campus, so. “Did I tell that story yesterday?” she asked, touching the side of her head.“Oh, there’s a story behind that particular nickname, Mom?” I asked.“Yes, eat your breakfast, it’s getting cold!”I dug into it all as did my little sister – Mom always could cook anything she tried, and breakfast was her specialty.“Mom, I promise to cook and clean as needed around the house, OK?” I said.“Sure thing, ‘Biscuit!” she responded, “I need to fill you with plenty of oats, so you can be rented out to stud!”I. What they found was a man running around his campfire (campfire in the daytime?) stark naked and yelling and shooting his Navy Colt in the air. They stopped when they saw this and waited until he had emptied his pistol. He had been laughing while he was running around and shooting, but now that he had run out of shots, he sat down and started crying.They tried to question the man, but he ignored them as if he didn't see them, so they looked around the camp to see if they could figure what was.