Janice dialed Simon Barker's number and the extension was ringing before I got across the room to pick it up."Mr. Barker?" Yes, Sir," he answered, in ... tone that told me he'd been warned by Janice to be wary of my present mood. Simon Barker was the head of Administration and I hadn't spoken to him since the cocktail napkin incident 2 when I'd taken Wanda under my protective wing."Simon, I'm in the vacant space on the first floor, and I could use some help clearing the clutter." Yes, Sir, I'll. I might look small but I’m at my physical peak. I didn’t need your help you oversized blue berry.’ She snorted and looked up at the clouds, her muscles aching more than she would let on. ‘Then I guess you don’t need my help to get up,’ he asked, standing over her and offering her his hand. ‘I told you I don’t need your help you giant alien freak. You’re lucky I don’t just kill you right n-‘ The feisty Blood Elf stopped mid-sentence as she turned her head towards the hulking blue Draenei. The. She licked her lips, her body trembling. She had this look of wild lust in her eyes. Her tongue flicked over her lips. She flexed her fingers, her eyes lidded.“It's time for you to discover the joys of incest,” I growled. “Suck my dick. Lick that cream off of me. Find out how yummy your daughter's cunt is. Your husband is fucking her right now.”“What?” she gasped. “Really?”I winked at her.“Gods, who are you?” she panted. “You turn me on so much. I've never felt like this.”“He's Las's son,” my. ' Her source once was a tall, fairly plump gentleman by the name of Peter Melthorne. Peter has been in a drug induced coma for nearly eight years, and was now approaching death. He was only 47 years old, chronologically, but if you could examine his liver, it would appear to be about 90, and it was failing.Officially, Peter had died several years ago in a car crash. The body of a homeless person had been in the car and the medical examiner had been malleable. His family, a wife and three.