So on this particular Friday a number of the town’s children came for a coke or an ice cream at the soda fountain of the pharmacy. Tillie knew them ...ll however she was having trouble with their calling her ma’am. Tillie thought that word referred to people much older than herself however she realized that to the town’s children she was much older than they were. For as much as the children would change their mind about what they wanted Tillie remained forever patient with them and in turn they. The kid didn’t seem to notice, though, strolling along the newly-cut dirt road on his old beaten bicycle. The bike was an unimpressive thing with spots of rust showing through the blue enamel paint here and there. The chain gave a minute squeak of protest every time he turned the pedals, despite the thick layers of axel grease he slathered on it to keep it quiet. The old vinyl seat was split and ragged, the stuffing peeking through between the cracks. As he pedaled along the new stretch of road. Never in his life had he had two women like this."They will not fucking believe it back home' he thought with a dreamy smile on his lips.The girls eased him back down onto the sofa, and pulled his trousers and shorts off. Then the girls stroked and licked his strong white thighs as he undid his shirt and removed it, tossing it over the arm of the sofa.There he sat, his legs stretched out and wide in front of him. His butt perched on the sofa edge as The girls took it in turns to suck and lick. I half laughed, half groaned as I walked over to two characters stood to my right. One was tall, muscle-bound, and smiling arrogantly. His greatsword was hefted over his shoulder and his garish blue cape was frozen mid dramatic flow. The first character I had made, and the one I had first beat the story with. He… Um…. What was his name?“Holy shit… Shows how much of an impression you left.” Still, it was nice to see him again. Then I turned to the second. Oh dear… This was the one I feared most..