"Well, their faces are really a mess," Sherry decided, as they were wetand sticky from pussy juice. So the sisters sat in their dates' lapsagain, and...wiped their faces with moist towelettes until they were clean."Look at this," said Sherry to her sister. "Just like an artist's blankcanvas. Waiting for the artist's inspiration. Do you think we shouldsee what improvements we can make?" Sherry said with a grin.And with that the sisters merrily went to work with their makeup kits ontheir dates.. No wonder Justin thought she should have stayed in the hospital. She looked like the poster child for spousal abuse.She let the water out of the tub, turned off the radio and went looking in her bedroom closet for clean clothes. An old pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt that should have been thrown out years ago were the best she could find that would be loose enough to not hurt. She scrounged up a pair of heavy socks for her cold feet.She'd just ran a brush through her hair, swearing when it. “Would this be a good time?” he said. “I mean would I be out of line... ?”“Huh?” she said.“You know, to ask you to marry a no legged genius?” I said.“I think I could respond in the affirmative to that question,” she said. “Well, I mean if you could see your way clear to marry someone as ugly as me,” she said.“You’re not ugly. You’re messed up because of an accident, but you look good to me, really,” I said.“Hmm,” she said. “Well, okay then, let’s do it.”And we did get married and we kind of. Sorry about that.”She smiled apologetically, coughed once and completely changed her demeanor.“Alright, listen up Dude! The 129th Rasheul great slave tournament features a grand total of 128 combatants. In seven nail biting and chest pounding fights you will have to hack, slash, bite and blow your way to victory in a no holds barred match. And we are not kidding around here. Weapons are allowed, as well as items, magic and whatever else you can think of. Only requirement is that you can carry.