I apologized, but as I turned to start back on my way to the car, that same voice from the car stopped me. I whipped about in a virulent fashion, wind...rushing past my ears as I heard "Damn Josh, I didn't recognize you! Where are you going before you shake my hand and say hello? Where are those famous Southern manners?" I frowned at Denton, even though I grew up in the South, my real home was Belgrade, Republic of Serbia. I continued scowling and talking as a man, explaining why I was returning. It was a sound idea, mind you. The only problem was it would literally take an army to take me down. An army that no one except the guild had.The constant trail of blood that I was leaving in my wake was making an impact. People foolishly advertised their quest to hunt me down, only to turn up dead a few hours later. That gave me a reputation and credibility that was almost ironclad.I was gaining notoriety and fast. I was the literal boogeyman. You didn’t see me, you never heard me, some didn’t. Most of the time, they all traveled with her. They were members of her band, after all. When her itch needed scratching, and self-stimulation with Helva just wouldn’t do, she could reach out. They weren’t friends with benefits; she was the friend with benefits. Her family was Helva and her growing children, Dinky and Armand.Vivie had a plethora of extended family, and she was fond of them all. Her healthy libido never went unsated. Petra and Lucas were her first lovers, and with her concubine. It isn’t strictly necessary to read the earlier chapters but some of this won’t make sense if you don’t so I hope you will! This episode is a bit longer. Can I just ask, no BEG, those of you who are reading my story and enjoying it, to let me know. There seem to be some of you out there from the marks the episodes receive. I only seem to receive negative feedback about this series lately, some quite nasty, and it makes me wonder whether it is worthwhile continuing to post this story. As I said.