His whole person screamed culture and class, and dressed in his “usual” suit, he looked like he had walked off the cover of GQ magazine. Of course... I was in my usual baggy jeans and floppy tee shirt, my figure hidden. “Excuse me?” I sneered. “A potty mouth and attitude…nice,” he chuckled. “If your just gonna sit there and laugh at me, you can go to hell,” I told him, frowning. “You keep that up and you’re gonna have wrinkles,” he teased. “Fuck you,” I snapped. “You are two seconds shy of. We maintained eye contact along the length of her body as I inched my face closer and closer to her pussy. The smell of her bodys chemicals and the flowery scent she generally carried was intoxicating. I lightly kissed along the inside of one thigh, making her let out a juddering breath. The muscles in her legs tensed, obviously trying not to clamp around my head. Slowly kissing the area around her outer lips, I tried to touch her as lightly as possible. I must have been doing something right. ”“He’s close, isn’t he? The other child of Lord Dominion, my kin.”The Grandmaster took a fighting stance. “I’m going to give you just one warning: keep your hands off my disciple.”Fenrir assumed a stance of his own. “Let’s have some fun!”The two enemies locked eyes, and then an instant later, they disappeared and reappeared in another corner of the room, Fenrir blocking an Argata strike from the Grandmaster. Once more, they seemingly teleported across the room, this time with the Grandmaster. The author hopes readers will comment on her story. She encourages constructive criticism.It was the Friday before the Veterans Day weekend, and Willie had come home with me from school to stay over the three-day weekend while my parents were visiting relatives up north. I had lots of studying to do for my upcoming midterms, so my parents and I decided it would be best if I stayed home and studied and tended to our horses. If I hadn't stayed behind, it would have cost them $150 to have Marge,.