Your friend’s voice carries—I’m surprised you didn’t hear him shouting at the fat man.”“Fat man?”“Some fellow whose parents were cruel...enough to name him Bobo.”Ellerie sat up straight. “Brown hair, brown robe, and a beard?”“The robe was gray, but otherwise, yes.”“You didn’t let him go, did you? He’s a thief!”“That’s what your dwarven friend claimed, but since he had a hard time explaining exactly what was stolen, I didn’t have a choice. It’s my turn to ask questions. What’s your. How are you all being of whom are among yourselves doing? hopefully everyone is feeling more, much more better than me as of the present given moment in time with that being of person of i myself feeling like more, or less 'dead-man-walking', & whereas the very reason, &/or purpose that i say this here is to inform that being of your persons by giving you all an explanation as to why that is, & whereas it is being that because partly to blame, or he who is at fault for causing me to feel this. While we were drinking our coffee her daughter was saying she could not believe what she had seen. Her mother said she was sorry she had to find us like that and know we had been fucking. She said you may as well know we have been at it for 3 days. The two of them discussed the fact she had enjoyed sex for the first time in her life. After another few minutes she told us both she would be away for the weekend and I said I would be finished tomorrow anyhow.Then she said would you mind coming. This was going to be good. I waited for a bit, played a song on bass and then said I had to take a piss. As I walked down the stairs I started to think about what was waiting for me inside that bathroom. I knocked on the door softly and she said "Someone is in here." I responded saying "I know... Open up. Now." She knew my voice and cracked the door. I pushed it open and she was hiding behind the door. As it closed and her body came in to full view I about lost my mind. She had taken her black.