He was slouched at the bar with a slightly dented metal tankard in front of him. Only the patch sewn to his grey tunic featuring the silhouette of a d...ncing girl with a tambourine on a red background - the same image painted on the sign out front - marked Caine as being associated with the business at all. Still, nearly everyone knew who Caine was and gave him wide berth.Bastard’s Bay was a place where reputation was everything. It didn’t matter who you knew. It only mattered who knew. ’ He crushed the beignet and then popped it in his mouth. ‘Oh, you war gods have the best metaphors,’ Lucifer chuckled out. ‘It’s not so dire. You fear the Shinto because they’re too peaceful. They fear you because you prize knowledge and war equally. You both fear the Romans for being too militaristic and organized, hell bent on letting a select few rule all, and everyone fears the Irish because they don’t understand them.’ ‘Do you think this funny? We’re fighting here to save all the worlds,. During the holidays when he stayed home, he never really did anything but sit on the couch and watch TV. I figured he'd be more useful at work so he could make money and buy me things. Maybe deep down I wanted my dad to treat me better, like how fathers treat their sons on TV. Maybe I told my dad I didn't need him to hurt and punish him for making me turn out the way I am today because I'm really not really happy with the way I am today.The clouds started to darken. Small pins of water flew. We’ll send you a postcard to let you know how our vacation is going; I’ll say how sampling Chuck’s ten inch cock is going, so you won’t feel left out.? Chuck laughed as Cherie sneered at me and inhaled on her cigarette, blowing the smoke back at me. My cock tingled a little in the plastic cage I was wearing, not so much at the thought of Chuck fucking my wife, I had grown used to that, but at the thought of Blanche, my Mother-In Law whom Cherie often remarked how strict and domineering she.