He stepped off the path. Headstones lay in silent, stark contemplation in neat rows. Each was a little different, bearing some sort of unique touch th...t turned it more into a work of art than a marker for the dead. One had ornate carvings of roses. Another had a short poem. Still another had the name inscribed in gothic font. Each one had something that made it a little fancy.Richie thrust his hands in his pockets and walked over to a grave at the end of the row, right at the edge of the. Almost twelve feet high, slaughtering guards. "EXCUSE ME!!" I saw him turn to look at me and I waved. "Please stop. I don’t wanna have to fry your ass." The thing roared at me and I laughed. "Game on!" I ran at him full speed and was met with a blade to blade lock. "My master will find his foothold and reclaim his lands." I pushed back and began studying his moves. I pulled my bow out and put an arrow through his dome and he dropped. "Easy." I walked up to a wounded solider. "What went on. Dan licked his lips and started to speak. At first, he couldn’t find the right words and mumbled his way through a few sentences, “I’m sorry I upset you,” he recovered, “I should have closed the curtains. I don’t want us to fall out over this you’re a nice woman.” Dan found Margaret’s smile unexpected, yet welcoming.“I bought you these,” Dan revealed a small bunch of flowers from behind his back. Margaret’s grin broadened, “Thank you, you shouldn’t have. Come in, Please. I’ll just put them in. Unquenchable, Sia brought fresh meat for my pleasure. Beside me, she directed James onto the slab and took him.Another man of oak pulled me down. He promised me things I was scared to ask for. Holding his erection, I plunged onto his girth. Riding him, my fingers traced over the rune on his bulky chest. The stone trembled; I scythed my hips and took the fill of his meaty shaft.Pulled down, his coarse hands splayed my behind. Drops of oil ran down its cleft. I needed this; I vowed to be.