... What the hell?" He asks himself shocked by his discovery. He turns around looking the way he came. He fast walks back and ends up walkin the way h... would to go towards the lake into camp. He turns around and thinks to himself how he should find the lake and finds it just like he said he should. He makes a mental note of this that if you are thinking of a certain location than you'll end up there no matter where you go. "Such a confusing land..." He says sighing. He than sees a creature. The Sunday morning buggery, the Friday night fellation, doggy style Tuesdays, it all became predictable, though no less pleasant for that.It was mid-December when Helen was told that she had been assigned to work directly for a Senior Partner, in fact the founder's son, Bob Hunt, for a couple of weeks. He was doing a proposal for a firm of wholesale and manufacturing stationers some two hundred miles north, and she would have to travel up on the Monday morning and back on Friday for both of the. The painful orange plasma eye folds. Two others remain to kill. Two hit the flanks of our hero. Shields bow down before their masters. Ceramic melts to their pitter patter. Two others remain to kill our vessel, the silver arrow. Out manned, out gunned is the silver arrow. Twinkling in the dark. Spin it sideways to fit the narrow gap, Of flying demons as they pass. Out manned, out gunned and brought around. Fire one, Fire Two, Light missiles light their way. Paths of light to make a light. One. Arisol had come out to join me, and reached into the small box to retrieve a joint for her own after dinner enjoyment. I looked quizzically at her as she fired it up, she giggled and said “I don’t smoke often, but I’m kind of keyed up tonight Uncle George.” I smiled back at her and nodded my unnecessary approval. After about two tokes on the joint she said “Damn, it’s cold out here, lets go to the garage, that’s been converted to my bedroom, it’ll be warm there, and you can keep your.
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