” He waved his hands around, taking in the surrounding forest. “It’s what happens when your town is in the middle of this large expanse of fores....”“That domen isn’t wooden,” she sniffed. “Not all of it, anyway. It provides better defensive capabilities than any of these buildings.”“What would you know of defensive capabilities, Mystery?” He asked, using the woman’s formal title.“I know better than to barricade myself in a fucking wooden building if my enemy has control of fire,” the woman. "She looked surprised to see me and said, "yes I remember, I hope Mr. Stevens, the manager, was able to explain that it is the presidents plane and not to be used by anyone else." Who exactly told you this?" I asked her."Well, I don't think anyone really told me that but when I asked about the Lear jet just sitting there I was told it was a presidential plane and was only for special occasions," she stammered."Well let me introduce myself, I am John McDonald and this is my wife Shannon. ’ Tears ran down her face and she gave him an accusatory look. ‘Please don’t paint me black so I’ll look even more like an Ethiopian,’ she moped. ‘Nonsense, it would take too long, and Lady Alice would notice,’ he replied, his focus deep in his writing board. ‘Black hair was good enough for Shakespeare, it will be good enough for me. I can imagine your skin being a different hue.’ Why couldn’t he imagine the whole picture without tying her up naked? I thought to myself, or purchase one of the. A scout, perhaps, or a wanderer. They were a nomadic race, and somewhat solitary as well. To be safe, it was decided that I would cease my journeys to the surface for the time being, and then, only resuming them during the light of day, since the Kintinku was nocturnal by nature. Reluctantly, I agreed, and so I spent the rest of the winter months in twilight, consumed by constant desire. Eat, sleep, fuck. Crude as that phrase might be, that became my whole existence until I could recall.