A fat man, dressed in a green tabard with golden piping. A sigil was sewn into the tabard’s chest – the sigil of Tyln. A fat priest sitting on a b...own and white dappled horse that somehow managed to look decidedly upset at the corpulent burden it had to bear.“An old friend came to visit you,” Bena explained earnestly, her voice sounding sad and sarcastic. She was seemingly unconcerned that Sir Givens was fighting with two armed men. Was this, then, a dream? If Bena were really near Sir Givens. She is a brunette with naturally curly hair that cascades down to her shoulders. Her hair is so lustrous that it shines as brightly as her incandescent smile. I shared my fantasy with my best friend who has always been enamored with my wife. Together we brainstormed about how I could finally fulfill my voyeuristic desires. This is what we came up with: I told Beth that Jerry was taking massage lessons and would appreciate it if she would volunteer to be his homework partner. She readily agreed.. Her mind, it drifted, to the letter on the sink. She hoped she’d spelled the words right, she hoped her mother would understand. She’d tried so hard to make her happy. Tried so hard to make her proud, but never once was anything acknowledged, not once were their words of praise. She pictured her mother walking into the bathroom. Saw her pick up the paper and read the words so carelessly scrawled. ‘Dear mother, I am sorry this had to be, but I can not seem to live up to your expectations. Every. My head jerked toward the sound of her voice, right into her smiling face. She giggled softly and quickly slid into the booth across from me.“Coffee?” I teased her back.She gave me a raised eyebrow look, “No,” she said with a wicked grin.I tried my best not to let the little minx get the best of me but she had this way about her I just couldn’t resist. I motioned for the waitress to come over and when she reached the table, I felt her little foot slide up my leg and rest between my crotch. I.