‘Leave these phantoms, come with me!’ called Flete. Aelfric could not abandon his quarry. He would have vengeance, against the prince, against the...traitor Flete. He groped for the prince and found Sunburner in his hand. Now, he hacked his way through retainers in his burning hall, not yet razed. Where was he? Why could he not slay his foe? The dreams came and went, days turned to nights and together became seasons, but ever did the figments shift, always the prince just out of reach, always. Its ironclad heel struck one assailant in the groin. Not stopping, Doc spun on the other attacker and struck out with the butt of the stick. A quickly raised hand deflected the blow, but Doc won his freedom.He turned on his attackers and slipped the pack from his back, the staff grasped firmly in both hands. What he saw made him sick. Children, not more than fourteen or fifteen years old. One already had a knife in his hand. The other gathered up a rock to throw. God damn this land of misery!. Hell I didn't even know I could do it until one of the coaches pitched me the ball and said, "now hold it this way and try to throw it to that guy in the green jersey down there."The guy in the green jersey I threw it too, was some hundred or so yards farther away than the guy he meant and didn't know to expect it whereupon, the fool thing decked him. I looked at the coach and asked, "How come he didn't catch it?" He stared at me and said, "I meant the guy over there!" And pointed at a cherubic. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter as the kiss wore on, until finally she couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled Adam back to her desk, and easily cleared a spot by the expedient method of knocking everything off. She pushed him onto the edge, and then dropped down to her knees to see if she could fit this beast of a cock into her mouth. She rarely ever did this for her boyfriend, considering it to be disgusting, but for some reason she just had to get a taste of this young man's.