Ilsa took a long deep breath and said, "I love the smell of beer piss, don't you my dear?" The rest room reeked of that smell. Ingrid hadn't really th...ught about it, but she sniffed some of the pungent air in and analyzed its scent. It does smell like beer piss. Revolting, yet heady at the same time, thought Ingrid.Now that you mention it, you can smell the beer. How did you ever come up with that? By the way, my name is Ingrid." I first came to that understanding after an Oktoberfest years. ....I awoke for a second time, slung across an armchair. I was still naked, and immediately felt watched; I sat up, which I was relieved to be able to do, and quickly found that a group of man-like beings were huddled not far from me. They, again, made me want to scream. They looked almost completely human, except that they had skin as red as fire and tails that curled and twitched behind them, with an end like an arrow that looks as sharp as a brand new knife. Their heads, which had hair that. Tim’s first thoughts were that if he tried to punch his way out of this situation, they had numerical advantage and could easily outreach him to pick him off with their weapons. Tim only had his fists and a small pocket penknife, which he only used to peel apples or sharpen pencils at work, with a good wipe over between each unrelated task. He thought he might get a couple of telling blows home with his fists but there would only be one outcome if he stood toe to toe with them here and now on. I’ll just have to take things easy for the next nine months. How do you feel about it?’ ‘Chad was silent for a moment. When he didn’t say anything for a while. Sara began to feel a bit uncertain. ‘Baby?’ His blue eyes stared deeply into hers. ‘Words are inadequate, for what I’m feeling right now. I think I just have to show you.’ And with that he swung her in his arms and carried her into their house. ‘Where’s the staff? She asked as he made his way up the stair with her still in his arms. ‘I.