Well, with Raymond, it wasn't so much the picnic as the sex, and likewise with dad. Perhaps my revulsion to shit had something to do with it.I was pro...d of myself when the nightmares didn't return after I started a careful regimen, and to top it off, my son seemed to be circulating with girls his own age.If this continued, maybe I'd ask Raymond to spend his next free time out here, with me.Meanwhile, with no sex for weeks, I had to admit I was getting horny, but encouraging Nickie was out of. I hadn't mouthed off to anyone in ages and Mr. Grizwell 'forgave' me for telling him to fuck himself if he was long enough. Or so I thought. I sat down on the uncomfortably hideous chairs in the main office and waited until the secretary told me to go into Mr. Flare's office. Dragging along my pregnant bag, I knocked softly on the door and awaited the muffled, "Come in" that granted my entrance. The door squealed as I pushed it open and shut it immediately after entering. "Have a seat.". Maybe I can get us out of here."She shook her head. "You're a rebel. They g'me a crown for tricking you."The room was barely lit by flickering light that came through a dirty and barred window high on the wall. The girl squinted at me."What'd they do t'you?" Cuffed me about some," I said, feeling at my loose tooth with my tongue.A while later, we both heard booted feet coming down the wooden steps and the young woman stood, smiling. I admired her slim body and proud chin. The key rattled and. His horns swept down. My shield caught the tip. It punched through the wood, a sharp point jutting over my arm. I stabbed past my shield at his belly, but he pulled back, stepping into Thrak’s swing. The Minotaur knocked the sweeping ax away with a backhand, snorting.Minx edged around the fight, her daggers held low, the halfling crouching, moving silently to get behind the Minotaur, her eyes intent. An arrow hissed through the air, but the Minotaur turned and dodged, the missile missing by.