Stop it, John, you are on vacation, not at the firehouse or writing. I told myself as I laid back on the warm sand. I enjoyed playing with words and p...rases and had recently begun writing stories during my downtime at the firehouse. Many of the stories I wrote were not shared with my crewmates. I leaned towards erotic writing and detailed scenes of gratification in order to help me with my loneliness. It helped me pass the time on slow shift days and kept me from going crazy when I ran out. A total of fifty Arch-Deans came and went, none serving more than 20 years, (save the "'Arch-Deen'mon" Haguathis, who was finally defeated in the 25th year of his 'tenure' at the post,) around five years on average, and in one notable case only a single day. Though the leadership changed often, the school survived, and thrived. Every race was welcome, and the whole mountain atop which the Valley-of-Quorn rested had become part of the school to a degree, with many dwarven students retiring from. She also knew that she would never change. She thought this over and her thoughts drifted back to her first "experiment" back when she was a junior in high school.She had been a shy girl actually in high school and didn't do much dating spare a few her pursued her constantly and she finally relented to go out with them. None of them really interested her. She had developed the same as the other girls and did sports and fit in reasonable well all through school. Her thoughts lingered on the. "im not your buddy asshole. I know." Rick said bluntly. "know what?" Jack replied. "I....know....." Jacks silence suggested that he understood what Rick meant. "Meet me at the basketball courts on Burwell street in 1 hour". With that Rick hung up.Jack stood waiting in the courts waiting for Rick. He was a little disappointed. He hoped to blackmail Jodi into more sex by threatening to tell Rick. "oh well fun while it lasted" Jack thought to himself". At that moment Rick turned the corner into.