..What a fucked up life this is I thought.I had taken my laptop to the states and on it I had photographs of Amanda and I in happier times, some night... my heart would feel heavy at the loss, but I never let it show in my few emails to Amanda, I had been in the states about 5 months when I received a email from Susan saying how worried she was about Amanda it seemed she had lost a lot of weight and was in trouble keeping on top of her job so much so that she had been forced to take some leave to. It reminded me a bit of how a snail carries its home on its back. He stood about 6 foot tall. He was older than me. He had long dark hair and a goatee, and he was in pretty good physical shape. He spoke with a bit of a southeastern accent and had a deep, pleasant voice. He would go from Faire to Faire through the course of the year. He did games there, and he had a circuit he travelled. The Faire would be in the area soon, so he was in town. His name was Jasper.After his arrival, we were all. Speaking of which, I would like to thank Milady for her workediting this story.Kombat ChampionBy MorpheusI stopped at the door to my apartment and let out a yawn, fumbling withmy keys for a moment before opening the door. And the moment that Istepped inside, I called out, "Honey, I'm home..." just as I did nearlyevery day when returning home from work. As usual, there was noanswer... nor had I expected one since I lived alone.After another yawn, I stepped inside, immediately feeling a. ”I swear, “Mira, I don’t care which fucking priest performed our wedding, we also have a marriage license that says it’s legal.”I knew I had been baited when Mira laughs, “Ben, has that document been filed with the government?”I sputter, “Well ... well ... well no - I didn’t file it yet.”Mira smiles at me and says, “Then your marriage isn’t legal and we can get married.”I profusely bitch, “Like hell we can get married! Mira if that is my baby, which I highly doubt, then I will take care of it.