It could be as low as twenty, but I think it’s closer to twenty-five.”Corec relaxed. “That’ll give us plenty of time to see if they’re comin... this way. Even if they’re traveling light and marching straight for us, it would take them most of a day. Are we still moving the camp tonight?” With Sarette leaving to accompany the wagons the next morning, it wasn’t safe to leave the camp out in the open since they’d have no protection in the event of another lightning storm. They’d planned to move back. All great stories must start with an introduction.Welcome to the Dungeon of Bad Ends! Here, the harrowing main characters will do everything in their power to escape from the dungeon unscathed, fighting through many, many, wrong turns on the way out!The dungeon is a massive structure, existing in its own time period as it lays right under the crust of the Earth, containing much to be desired. While the Dungeon has other names, most just refer to it as the Bad End Dungeon. Untold riches lay deep. But I do remember two things; one: he had said I turned him on, and two: he never made mention of it being wrong.As I watched the fake breasted girl stroke the dick on screen, I thought /wait a minute, is my brother trying to get ‘worked up’ again as he put it?/ I mean, if he wasn’t interested in more, why did he bring me down to watch a porno in the basement at 2 A.M.? Especially the very night after I had put his dick in my mouth!? I looked over at him to see if I had caught on to the right. She rushed to the front door to let them out and was surprised to find the pest control man preparing to ring the doorbell. It’s was too late to retreat, so she just stood there frozen in her tracks wordlessly staring at the man. The pest control man was a young slender black man with a muscular build. He was probably between 25 and 30 years old. He pretended not to notice she was in her nightwear and announced his name was Willie, and he had come to check the insect bait traps in the yard..