“The real challenge is going to be when we have to fight something smart, like orcs or robbers.”“You have such pleasant thoughts.”The bronze d...or wouldn’t close anymore, as it was too warped by the heat, so we left it hanging open, and then proceeded to ascend the stairs.Thankfully, the whole structure appeared to be made of mortar and stone, with no wood buried in the walls at all, so the stairs were still sound. At the top was another bronze door, even more badly warped then the open one. If not due to my personality, likely due to my stature andphysicality.I had always had a less masculine appearance, and was made sure I wasaware of that as I grew up. My family was Russian and my dad would oftenremind me as I aged that I was lucky I didn't grow up in the slums as hedid, where I would have been beat to a pulp. Thankfully I didn't have todeal with his chiding for long, because when I hit about 10 he left meand my mother behind to head back to Russia and marry his mistress.About. .LAPTLIB... BALLPIT. Could that be it? What else made any sense? If it was a coincidence, it was a damn peculiar one. She walked over to the pit and looked at it. At the moment, there were no kids in it. She pulled aside the netting and stepped in. Her legs sunk into the balls up to her knees. She had no idea what to do next. She rooted around in the balls looking for something out of the ordinary. As she walked around, she moved the balls around. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a ball. As she laid there in the dark, slowly, as if they had minds of their own, her hands started to roam over her body, squeezing and caressing her breasts, her left hand staying where it was, while her right hand moved down her stomach until it reached the opening of her pussy. She was almost surprised to feel the wetness there. Gently she worked her hand up and down the slit, and then gradually working the tips of her fingers in, one by one. Moving them forward and then back, forward and then.