The people you are with start looking behind you trying to see what has caused the disturbance in the atmosphere of the bar. You noticing the reaction...of your friends and then the reaction of the crowd spikes your curiosity and a jolt of adrenaline floods your body at the out of character response everyone is exhibiting. You turn, your shirt flaring exposing more of your skin and displaying your tattoos even better.Your mouth drops open as you recognize Ruby walking into the room. She has. "Well I couldn't have you thinking you looked better in it than me could I," she grinned a fake innocent grin as she spoke, "so what are you going to do about that cock of yours?" I'd love to be stroking it right now, but that would be wrong with you in the room," I said as maturely as I could."Well you can go to your room if you want, but what's the point imagining me, when you can stay here and see the real thing?" Jane said as she brushed her hand over my cock as she walked past me and lay. Can I help you, Mr…?’ ‘Its Mr Panther to you, Wise guy’ ‘Well I’m actually a…’ ‘I want to play with you!’ it lied. I thought about his proposition carefully. ‘No’ ‘That’s okay’ That was strange, I thought. Normally, these creatures get really angry. But this was different. Maybe it wasn’t actually a Panther. But as I settled down to sleep, I felt a strange shaking sensation. It was as if the entire forest was shaking around me. I got up and looked around. A glanced a couple of big black paws. These two honyacks have been going at it in the backseat and I’m sick of it! Let them kill one another. I’m getting the shovel so as to bury the loser.”There were a lot of Germans in our neighborhood and a few Poles. The Germans called the Poles honyackers ... stupid ignorant factory workers without the sense to farm and make a profit. You could teach a honyack how to do one thing but not two ... or so the Germans said.The day hadn’t started out friendly. We were going to visit Aunt Jean and.