As if that wasn’t enough to give her away, she was failing miserably to stifle her laughter. Even my young niece knew how to hide better than this!... I smiled and pretended to look for her. “Is she in the closet?” “Is she under the bed?” “Is she hiding behind the curtains?” I walked to the end of the bed and yanked the covers down, causing her to squeal. “Now that I found you, what is my prize?” Sandra laughed and grabbed my arm, pulling me onto the bed on top of her. “I don’t know,” she. They say, "Hey, George, how are you? I wanna talk with your smilin' face. Hit me some..." Are you that kind of friend? Do you want to get to know me, and maybe... you know, converse with me? Or... do you just like my avatar and think to yourself, "hey, that'd be a cool avatar to have on my wall. Next to all my dick friends." --Do you have mostly dick friends? Hmmm? What, do you think I'M a dick?! I HAVE a dick, but I'm not one. I'm a nice dick. I like to talk before I fuck with. Beth… One night he heard a knock at the door, looking through the peephole he saw it was the woman from across the hall. She introduced herself as Beth, holding up a measuring cup asking if she could borrow a cup of sugar. He invited her in and while filling her cup she smiled saying, ‘My husband’s away a lot and I was wondering if I could come over to hang out sometime, if you’d like. I haven’t seen any girls coming and going. Say, you’re not gay are you?’ He told her he wasn’t. She asked if. “Devourer.”“Non,” I breathed, feeling both the hatred and the fear radiating from my captor, his eye glittering and cold.“You have woken death. I exile you to Ilbissara.” oOoShaken by my experiences, I meekly followed Rosouk from the room and down the brief hallways, trepidation growing as I realized that he led me away, not towards, the cavern in which my companions were being held.“Where are you taking me?” I asked, my voice sounding small as I was led down a worn stone pathway, past others.