She had been so intenton punishing him that she hadn't even verified that he truly was theone who needed to be punished. She has tortured him... humil...atedhim... broken him. She had completely and utterly destroyed him, eventaking away his very body and life. And now he was dead as a directresult of her actions. But there was more... Now there was absolutely no way thatClarissa could repair the damage that she had done to Jeff's life...It would have been impossible before, and now it was just. The town had struggled for years to keep that from happening and that's why they built the new portion. There was a lot of townspeople against making the change. They did see it was a smart move when the whole side of the mountain let go and took the road with it." I left him after listening to several odd things that had happened in the years he had worked on the road crew.So during a period of six days an event had happened, but no one knew just when. Had Big Tony gone down that road? He. "Jerry, we're only eighteen years old, we're not old enough to drink." My face reddened. "Oh, yes, right," I mumbled, as delicious images of the two beautiful girls using and abusing my body for their recent sexual gratification flitted through my mind. I decided not to go down that road. "The booze cabinet is in the main room, off to the right. Mixer's in the fridge. Oh, be careful of the wet floor, Jerry, I think I might have... um, well..."she tailed off. "Oh, you mean where you peed all. The Scroll glowed from within, the images on it searing into my eyes. I shut them from the brightness, then snapped them open again in fear that I would be blind. I felt a twist inside, the magic working in and on me, my vision becoming blurry and tinged in red. I could hear a dragon roaring in battle.A Nord man ran by me, shouting. “Gormlaith! We’re running out of time! The battle...”A dragon landed in front of me. I reached for my sword, but found I couldn’t move. I could still turn, watch,.