The little head spoke and the big head went brain dead. No rhyme intended.When I got home the next day Julia was waiting on me with open arms and a ho...e cooked dinner. I hugged her back and kissed her deep and long. She said, “WOW, Sailor, maybe you should go on a trip more often.” I was doing my best to act normal but it was hard. I think she could tell that I wasn’t quite my self. I told her it had been a long week and I was tired trying to decide how to do what I knew I had to do.The next. He didn’t object. After all he would get some alone time with my hot wife. Now, here’s a disclaimer: Tracy hadn’t been with another man in over eighteen years. Not even a kiss. At the time I went to get more drinks her and Rick didn’t do a thing besides talk. Tracy was passed out on my daughter’s bed, so I covered her up and went out to tell the others the news. Rick assumed that the game was over, but I suggested that the three of us play with the following rules: you could only take two. I left to pack my things and to say farewell to Farley. I did leave as soon as I could, so I could arrive at Lakeshire by nightfall. It was a long walk, and it lay just ouside the Forest. It was a sleepy little town that lay on the banks of Lake Everstill. It was just bigger than Goldshire and had a few more residents (not adventurers.) But now, I could afford a ride instead of having to walk the entire distance. The favors and help that I provided for the people here were not for free, so I. “I can’t even get a good look at their little procession, let alone get a team in there to take them out.”In addition, it bugged him to think that he might be under surveillance himself. This Matthews son-of-a-bitch seems to have the whole fucking army guarding that damn mountain. Hell, even the weather seems to be on the side of that piss-ant FBI agent. A tornado – a fucking tornado – hit just as a whole fucking, heavily armed, expensive-as-hell, group of mercenaries hit that house in Georgia..