"Right here... right now!"Craig was grinning. Watching his wife begin turning into the sometimes wild little Tasmanian 'she-devil' that she was, he le...red towards her lustfully as she stood, already peeling away the sleeveless blouse she was wearing. "Keep your shirt on," she warned him. "Cause you're taking bottom, and I know how bad you hate the itchy's!"Craig hurriedly unfastened his belt, stepping out of his Levi shorts, tossing them off to one side where they were soon joined by both. It appeared an eighteen wheeler was unable to stop before sideswiping a sports car, which had just run a red light. Luckily the wheels of the truck had struck the driver's side door and continued over the engine compartment. Although this killed the driver, the passengers received only minor cuts and bruises. A Blonde girl about eighteen or nineteen was sitting in the passenger seat in shock. In the back seat strapped into their kiddy seats, two one-year-old twins were crying.Working quickly. Not the kind of person who I think should be in power. And Harrowmont is the exact opposite in every way. He's honourable, but he will be a weak King, with not enough support to get anything done. He is against any sort of progress, and let's face it, the traditional ways aren't working. The number of dwarves is shrinking every year, and Orzammar is more and more threatened by the darkspawn – things need to change, or dwarves are going to be an endangered species."Riana examined my face. I tried addressing her a few times by calling out ‘Miss’, from the base of the lamp beneath her, but she didn’t respond. I didn’t much care anyway. There were at least twenty sacks of groceries to bring inside, and that task would take a while. Pilsner was already getting ready to start cooking something for dinner, a fat roast, I think, and he wasn’t paying any more attention to me than the costumed heroine was.After making the last trip carrying sacks from the van, I left everything on the.