Knew that game well and he was the best fighter in the best species in the jungle. His two-legged approach to the kill was his signature and his pierc...ng cry of victory struck fear in even the most aggressive of the jungle creatures.Sister Monique was fully aware of her damp feminine folds running with her shameful excitement about the possibility of taking the jungle boy into her vaginal channel. In her mind, she saw him as a thief in the night with desires of stretching her and making her beg. I used that fear to press my small advantage, before he could regain his composure. I dashed forward, closing the distance between us in a few moments, and planted a restrained punch to his gut. While he was off balance, I disarmed him with a twist of a wrist and grabbed the falling sword with my free hand. I then tossed the sword into the forest and shoved the guard to the ground.“Never ... threaten me ... again! I have killed and bled for this town! If it was not for me, there would still be. ’ He pointed the vessel of his withering soul toward the darkened bathroom. He stood motionless, frozen by some unseen restraint. The bathroom mirror reflected a dingy silhouette of his slouch. It seemed to be mourning for him. Calling him to wash his face and brush his teeth. But Jeremy wasn’t listening to the mirror. He had fallen into one of his fugues. He couldn’t see the room anymore. It had vanished with his diminishing self-respect. ‘This is a dream,’ he thought. Just another dream…. Instead the vehicle stopped and the driver jumped out wielding a baseball bat. He slugged Jack and hauled him into the back seat. The doors slammed and Benny drove off sedately. There appeared to be no other witnesses apart from Darcy. The containers of food lay on the ground. Jesus, Darcy thought. Benny was professionally trained or else someone used to operating aggressively such as a gym trainer. He hurried back to Jack’s ground floor apartment and, despite wearing gloves, opening the locked.