He stared at the ring in his penis for the longest time. It was small; half the size of her rings, but elaborately cast in silver with runes and picto...raphs. He sat on the sunken bed of Clara's chambers and waited. Clara entered the room moments later bearing a large silver chalice. Without spilling a drop she stepped down onto the bed and kneeled down. Her eyes were glowing in the light of the braziers as she spoke softly in ritual. She offered the chalice to Toril who took it in his hands.. "Impossible. 25%." And two points more profit sharing." Eh bien. Okay. I will e-mail the contract in a couple days. It will include an extension of two more years." Thanks boss," said Sophie. "But get your insults straight. I'd make an awfully svelte cow." Of course ma chienne." Better," smiled the bitch."And Monsieur Delon, one more thing," said Elliot hesitantly."What else can I refuse you, mon petit cher?" It's about Henri. I believe it's time..." Merde. I must have Henri there!" boomed. Dodge. Repeat.Soon the vault is littered with the remains of damaged goods, curtains flutter to the floor, paintings are slashed, daggers stick out from the walls like an inverse pincushion. She and I stand facing each other, breathing heavy as Meri looks down into my eyes with a hungry gaze. We are both holding the statuette at opposite ends when we both drop them and lunge into each others arms, my cheek bleeding from a near miss dagger strike and smearing it across hers as we spar with our. “Oh my god Chuck, you can’t say anything!” I practically screamed, because I know my wife would have left me if she got word of this. “Alan, we need to talk,” Chuck said. He walked around the couch and sat down as far from me as possible. Feeling rather exposed with my skirt pulled up and my hand down my panties, I settled back on the couch and pulled the skirt down over my knees. “Chuck, look, there—” Suddenly my father-in-law grabbed my wrists and pulled me towards him. He planted his lips.