The cursed thing told him he was in a place called appropriately "The Great Carrying Place". He didn't see anything "Great" about it only endless pudd...es of mud and mire that sucked boots off the feet and dried up into clumps of rock-hard consistency. The idiot who had drawn the map had misspelled or forgotten the "e" in place and he looked at the strange-looking "Plac" like it was an accusing finger chastising him for his acceptance of the map at face value.The map had been delivered to him by. She wasn't a supermodel, she wasn't dressed like a stripper with giant tits or a porn star makeover. She wasn't even what I would really call, "pretty." This girl was just cute. Cute in a sexy, fuck the brains out of her and keep her tied to your bed sort of way. I don't know if you can describe the way a girl this age can simply look at you with that,"Hi Daddy!" look and make you jack off ten minutes later. If you've experienced this phenomenon then you know what I mean. This monster was clad. "No, it's quite all right," he said. "And anyway I'm sure your records are fine. All the paperwork you've sent me so far is perfectly all right." Oh. Good." Allison smiled shyly. She was a quiet woman, in her late thirties, carrying a little more weight than she should and somehow looking as though the troubles of the entire town had piled up in her shop doorway. "Is your tea sweet enough? Can I get you another biscuit?" No. Thank you. It's fine." George looked at his watch. "Look, I'm sorry I. I'll be crushed. I'll waste away and become a feeble old man." Your brain is already feeble," she growled."No it's not. I'm sharp as a tack. I know what I'm doing. I know I can't be happy without you in my life." I can be in your life without marrying you," she said."Yes, but it won't be the same. I want you to have my babies. I've never had a family, but I want one now. Please!" Babies? Now it's more than one? You want me to blow up like a whale and be fat and ugly?" You could never be ugly,".