" And what curse is that, if you please, madam?" It is this!" announced Candice theatrically, pulling her cloak to one side and grasping the sheath of...her penis in the forefinger and thumb of one hand. "The Warlock of the Golden Circle has cursed me with the possession of an ever erect penis. No longer do I possess a sweet cunt in which can sink a knight's throbbing mettle nor even the tongue of my waiting maids. Instead I have this accursed thing!" Candice shook it angrily, but it bounced back. Clearing her mind, she focused on the trail ahead of her, picking up the pace. Before long she broke through the tree line and found herself at the peak. Without the cover of the trees, the wind was stronger, sending her ponytail flailing behind her. Sitting atop the mountain was a large, grey, flat boulder. Walking over to it, she climbed her way up to the flat top. It was easy enough, weather and other hikers had worn away the side so that it resembled small steps. Reaching the top, she lay. I wanted something more subtle for him. Maybe something more permanent, I thought.I knew I needed the maid to bring food for a few more days, then I needed to get a burn phone and make contact with the state cops. It was about time to get back to work. I had no problem putting the Greens away, even if they were taking care of me. Without their 'help' I wouldn't need taking care of at all.Dinner that night was late, so I was beginning to think I had pissed them off, and that was fine as well. A. Sanjay, in his late 20s (my dad’s assistant in the hospital ) was tall like the master, a bachelor, with average body type, fair, slightly chubby , clean-shaven face, curly hair, powerful eyes, smart-looking, soft-spoken and pleasing manners. His initial reserved nature during the first couple of months changed slowly and he became very friendly with me, discussing about topics of common interest like chess, science, music etc. especially when my parents were away for one week. Describing me as.