.Somehow I kept making excuses to pick my daughter up. I talked to her, losing myself in her eyes, trying hard not to stare and her chest. She was fun...loving, loved to talk to me about her adventures abroad and how she liked to challenge herself. I think even then she knew. The flyer came round for sport's day and I immediately volunteered, knowing at least I could spend some more time with her, even if it would amount to nothing. Seeing her in shorts and a tight t-shirt made it hard. Literally. "Yeah! It feels good too. A real strong car!" Wyatt responded eagerly to his crew chief. Wyatt made a pit stop or two to make some very minor adjustments to the car, tire pressure, a wedge, then back out onto the track. Wyatt felt this car was ready for anything. As Wyatt's car headed for the finish line a sudden fog dropped onto the track. This wasn't any ordinary fog, Wyatt couldn't see the stands and he took his foot off the gas but didn't touch the breaks. He hoped the other drivers did the. She was barelyclothed, and the few remaining items she did have on (namely, a bra and athong) appeared forged in a cruel design. From what Micah could tell, she wasroughly the size of him. But to look in her eyes, even a hundred yards away,gave him a chill. She was smiling, but it was a smile without warmth. It was asmile of hunger. ?Ursula!? Criedthe demons in a harsh whisper of fear. Whoever Ursula was, the fear sheinspired was tremendous. As quick as aflash, Ursula had flown (using demonic. I did not want to be a gigolo but then I needed the money desperately. Finally, I decided to dress up and check it out. After all, it was a strange city where no one knows me and I have nothing to lose. It was a posh society, with 5-6 towers each 20-25 floors high.I had the address where I needed to go to. My name was already on the visitor’s book and I was guided by the security to the building. The woman who opened the gate was in her mid-40s. She was wearing a top and jeans. I was really.