Maybe Camilla needs some help seeing Sven for what he is. Could you, maybe, give her a letter and say it’s from Sven? I think I’ve matched that No...ds lack of cleverness perfectly.”“Glad to help, friend.” I took the letter and walked away. Let’s see, where can I find a bard? Ah, there’s the inn, I remembered passing it earlier. Just inside the door, I heard someone sitting off to the side, muttering about Camilla. I think I’ve found Sven, and asked if that’s who he is.“Aye, I’m Sven. You look. The Predator was becoming extremely aroused at the sight before him. His pretty whore with the lovely blonde bob, pink and blue eyeshadow, thick mascara, dark kohl eyeliner and rouged cheeks was sucking on the rampant hard member of a greasy biker whilst her manicured, red fingernailed hand stroked and fondled the knobbly cock of the other ruffian. The ruffles on her white nylon blouse were crushed under the weight of the third biker who was stride her between her stockinged thighs, her leather. I’m guessing you’re a football fan?”“Yes. Ohio State and the Bengals. I also play tennis. Do you do anything besides karate?”“I jog in the mornings. I had started that because I didn’t have time for karate, but once I changed my work schedule, I went back to karate and kept running.”“How many kids do you want?”“Uh, that kind of came out of left field,” I said with a nervous laugh.“Isn’t that part of finding out if we’re compatible?”“It seems like a million years from now,” I said.“Have you. " I'm flattered and really surprised. I've never considered myself as someone to be fixated upon or someone you could have a Jones over." To me you are and you have established yourself as someone that others enjoy gathering around. You have protected and defended your surroundings, you have made fast friends with several neighbors. You obviously have met the leaders of the local motorcycle gang but I don't think you're a part of it, and you seem to be doing some things that are like a job or a.