I was wondering if it might be true. At least, she was right about the heartache and loneliness. It was my loneliness that had led me to this place. T...e emptiness of the beach really suited a person like me.I wandered aimlessly on the beach and headed towards some rocks. Continually washed by the waves and winds, the rocks looked like the obstacles in my own life; too big and sturdy to be moved by anything. They looked like they could stay there for an eternity.It had been my friends that had. The third man, the one who I didn’t know, looked at me across the table and suddenly a small pistol appeared in his right hand, and he pulled the trigger. Nothing happened, and nothing happened again when he pulled back the hammer to fired the second barrel of the pistol.“Thank you,” I said with a wide smile. “That saves me from removing your bodyguard’s pistol and using it to initiate the explosion.”“But it didn’t fire either time,” he said in an upset voice.“No, it didn’t fire because I cast. He didn’t move. She repeated the command and, puzzled he obeyed.He asked her why she wanted them. She answered surprisingly clearly and calmly "It can't be long now, it can't be! As soon as I am dead get that jerry can from behind the caving gear in the corner. Soak this room and everything in it then set fire to this whole fucking mess!" She paused before continuing rather more shakily "I'm going to write a note, I've got to tell how I can't live without Huw, how I blame myself ..."After. ........................................ TG Tales from the Panty Drawer(Twisted tales of poetic justice)by JenniferTALE ONE - "Pretty in pink"I was bent over . . . rummaging through the bottom rack in an effort to find my size. "5 . . . 5 . . . 5 . . . ah, there we go . . . 7" As I stood up with the pink panties in my hand, I noticed this guy standing over near the restrooms . . . he tried to look away quickly, but it was pretty obvious at what he had been glaring at. "Pervert" I thought as I.