The captain asked him to dust it for fingerprints, to which Mike replied already on it.The diary pages were written in a detached manner describing an...event that occurred in the past tense to the writer. They described various types of sexual assaults and stages of sexual abuse to a young girl, by her father, this according to the author. The time frame of the pages encapsulated a 3 year span, and during that time the assaults tended to escalate and took on a more graphic nature the author. I wasn’t overly confident about my looks, although I received a lot of male attention, I was only 19, and I had issues I guess. It wasn’t even half an hour before he was back again, braver than ever! I commented on the amount of coffee, he drank and winked at him. He said that I had brightened up his last few weeks at work, and that he wished today wasn’t his last day, after all. We exchanged a glance, one which was to change things, and this time before he left reception, he told. "You come up to the side of the bed next to me, stroke my hair out of my face and kiss me lightly on the forehead. "You look so beautiful tied up, you know that?"I blush and instantly get wet at your comment. You reach down and stroke my pussy with one hand and rub my nipples with the other. "OOhhh...That feels good!"You pinch my nipple hard and say with a sweet voice, "So needy already, not yet though."I whine and pout, but that doesn't get my anywhere. You leave the room for a moment and. Caution, Thyriol, came her voice. Her green eyes narrowed. "Caution?" he snapped back, "Alda is gone!"Grumdag howled.A light flashed at the center of the pillar. The heretofore unlit glyph sparked and steamed as it came to life. An instant later, Shundarr stood before them, wreathed in clouds of smoke in which lightning flashed and from which small thunder rolled.Shundarr stood easily twelve feet tall. His armor was removed, and he wore a spyger-silk robe. A black stone the size of Grumdag's.