Those tiny skeletons are buried in another part of the closet. One I refuse to open, one I refuse to remember. The bones of their fathers are buried i... there as well. One father I didn’t know. The only time we spoke was at his arraignment. He was my rapist, though, I consider him nothing more than just another lover. I was with him longer that night than most of my one night stands. It shames me to know that while he was violent and demanding, to me he was nothing more than a roleplay gone. " I stand and lean into the center of the table."I think the Brute Squad was being afflicted as well. We may need to ask Godiva about that, but while we were there she mentioned that they were dying off." I end up waving the chip around for an added effect.I get a shock when I look to my side and see Nimrod is not paying the slighted attention to my words but rather he is staring at my butt. Was Nimrod really staring at my butt, I check again and yes he is. I get hot and wetness starts to pool. However, by the end of the school year, with Aiden’s help, all of that had changed. (A story for another time)David anxiously packed his things into his little compact car. It was nearly six hours of driving to get to his rural hometown. He had plenty to think about while on the road. Especially what to say or not say to his family members. He had acquired some new perspectives as a result of some pretty amazing experiences. Experiences he feared would not be easy to disclose to the. Three more pits were in varying stages of completion and I saw markers outlining locations for four more pits. I guess that Father and Fezzanar decided to go ahead and build the extra sawpits, utilizing some of the extra men we just purchased.There were even more changes when we arrived at home. Pitched about two hundred feet from our house were ten pavilion style tents. They were near the intersection of the road from town and the road from the mountains. Two soldiers were watching the road as.