" But where are we going?" I demanded, wondering whether to be amused ornervous. Whichever, I had a feeling of venturing into unchartedterritory ... f...r the both of us. "You'll see." he repeated, helping meon with my coat.I drove, of course, following his directions to a very familiar place,some fifteen mile east of the family homestead. Many a Christmas, Dadtook us out to Dilbert Tree Farm to select a fur, up until I'd left forcollege. But just what was The Professor up to?"We already have a. . well, the thought did cross my ... hey, wait! I told you to stop stealing my lines." We giggled together. "What I actually meant was, what do we tell everyone? They all gossip, you know that." First smart comment and I feed them to the darkspawn." It had to be said. And I wanted to hear him say it again. Yeah, I'm fishing."See? This is why I love you."My heart skipped a beat when he said it, leaving me with a queer butterfly sort of feeling that was horribly wonderful. My face turned serious.. How the hell was two hundred loads of cum up her ass NOT the Big Event? The clock on my computer rang a few times. It was midnight. The phone rang. It was Karl, he wanted to make sure I was watching. He asked if I'd read his emails and if everything was still like we agreed. Did I want to back out? He said things were going to escalate and he wanted to give me one last chance. I looked at the monitors. On the one, I saw a hooded figure standing outside the door of my wife's cell. She was still. The warmth of her lips lingered and my heart beat faster. “Focus,” I muttered and turned, throwing a glance over my shield. The elf had scrambled up a tree. The basilisk's beak tore at the tree while its fore-talons scraped and ripped, throwing chunks of bark to the ground.I advanced, raising my shield. I peeked around the edge, my sword held up, readied for the thrust. I stepped on a twig. It snapped loud.The basilisk turned. I squeezed my eyes shut. The elf shouted from above. I pictured the.