"Ogna nodded and looked at Laura. "The shaman has been nothing but trouble ever since he came to our village. He would use his magic to heal but only ...hen he had to and then he came into power by threatening to curse anyone who got in his way. Entoch's father was the village headman until the shaman arrived. Things where much better then."I had never known my father was in charge we never discussed anything about that before, I had known he was held in high regard. Ogna went on to tell Laura. Since moving here, he knew this bar was going to be hisfavorite, but damn it was a bit of a journey to take a piss. He stood infront of the urinal and undid is fly, he went to pull his pink panties tothe side as his little dick got a bit hard. Just as a spot of pre-cumstarted to soil his panties the door opened and in walked Rodge. "Youheading down here, got me thinking I had to piss as well," he said beforestanding at the urinal right next to him. Jim tried to focus and pulledhis semi hard. I had left with no option but to hurry towards her home. As it was fine for me to visit her home I rang the bell behaving as normal as possible (Nobody was at home, husband went to office and children, I don’t know, as if I cared). As soon as she opened the door I was stunned to look her in an elegant designer black saree with her saree tied below her naval. She had worn a deep neck sleeveless blouse which was forcing half of her breast out of her blouse. Lost in the view of exploring her deep. First, by publishing this work, I am putting my life in danger, and should this novel take off, I would be forced underground. Writing in fear limits my potential as a novelist. This is an understatement. Second, novels of this type usually attract more controversy than committed readers. I would rather have but one genuine reader than the scores who contribute to and inflame a controversy but have not read a single line. Third, I do not wish to be perceived as a writer who seeks attention, or.