“What’s the matter, piano player in a cathouse already taken?” Brewster started laughing at that, so I turned on him. “Is this some sort of el...borate Christmas joke on me?”“No, it isn’t Carl. This is as real as death and taxes,” he replied.“Well, when Barb Mikulski learns about this, she is going to get all our taxes raised! Whose idea was this idiotic brainstorm, anyway?”“Ours, both of ours,” answered my son. “I’ve been talking to Brewster ever since I did those interviews while you were in. Etc." My mind ran wild in the day leading up the party. I couldnt contain my excitement, frequently letting my friend know what I was going to do to the "babes" in the club.The night arrived. I'd groomed myself, gave myself a little pep-talk in the mirror, put on the female magnetic clothes and left for a big night on the town.The train ride seemed like a fuckin eternity.........We arrived and practically sprinted to the front door of the venue. The ridiculous $25 cover charge did little to. "Diane, oh you know what neck kisses do to me!" she moaned. "I do indeed!" Diane said, kissing her again. Cindy began softly swaying as she was held in her girlfriend's soft loving arms. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the feelings of erotic joy. "Let's get the hell out of here!" Diane said and Cindy's heart missed a beat. Cindy opened her eyes and looked at Diane through the mirror with an expression that went from sensual pleasure to that of having just swallowed a goldfish.. After getting mauled, he reset her bones and wrapped her arm as best as he could. On the way down from the dungeon’s entrance, they met an adventurer and bought healing potions, but couldn’t completely reverse the damage. The flesh on her arm looked molted, and the muscle underneath was out of proper shape. The slightest movement made her wince.“I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’ll be able to draw a bow or lift anything heavy anytime soon. If you find someone with healing magic, they might be.