A few people shout phrases in Orcish and are met with shots in Elvish.Ashley, Nicole, and a couple other Elves approach us.“I was wondering if you g...ys would mind getting into the roleplay?”Not at all, but I think our knowledge of Elvish is fairly sparse.“No problem.” Nicole says. “You could be human scribes.”The crew seems open to the idea. We all put on the costumes offered, which are mostly odds and ends. We look like a group of monks who depend on the castoffs of the villagers.We set off to. "Isn't she wearing Jeremy's jersey?" Looks like it," his teammate replied. "I never saw her with him -- wonder where she got it?" Dunno -- but she's hot-looking enough I'm going to ask her in order to have an ecuse to talk to her..."They walked over to the bench, and stood looking at her. They were in the way of the sun,and, when it was cut off, she opened her eyes and saw them. For a moment there was an expression of confusion, or maybe disgust or fear -- or possibly all three -- in her eyes,. She noticed that he had taken off his shirt and was chopping wood. She watch him, At 40, he was a very handsome man, tall, and build like a linebacker on the football team. A little gray at the sides, but he cold heat a woman's blood to a boil. Watching him made her aware of him as a man, more than her Uncle. She watch look around him, then she saw him pull his cock out and take a piss. Moving to get a better view of him she couldn't see how big he was, but she did notice that he looked kind of. She is crying and screaming at me, defiant that she cheated. I couldn’t care less anymore. She keeps demanding to know who the whore is in the picture I sent. The slut I slept with but I told her the only whore or slut in this situation is her. I tell her to have a good life and hang up. As I’m about to get out the car I notice the familiar sight of a red SUV parked outside the house. It was Stacey’s boyfriend Brads car. Brad is such a dick; I don’t know what Stacey sees in him. She can do so.