She gets ready and meets her smartly dressed boyfriend by the front door before setting off for her birthday night out. She had no idea what was plann...d but as Tom set off she got massive butterflies.They pulled up at this posh restaurant. “Here we go babe” he says getting out and opening her car door. She squeals excitedly. “Oh babe how did you get us in here? It’s booked like 6 months in advance no exceptions”“Well don’t you worry about that babe, it’s your birthday and I sorted it for you”. I can’t promise”. General Logan was compelled to admit, yet his disposition had not dithered. “But a regiment of third level Martial Mortal is achievable, and that may be of greater worth than a pair of fourth level Martial Mortals”.For most cultivators, the third level of the Martial Mortal realm was a threshold in the understanding of the attributes. Succeeding to cross it is a testimony to one’s future prospects, at least on the Mortal path.“I don’t need a regiment. I would rather have a set. Tap. Tap. Thrust.Just as Heather inhaled and held her breath, Bob grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. The shock widened her eyes momentarily, but that was enough time.Tap. Tap. Tap. Thrust.Tap. Tap. Tap. Thrust.As her body tensed, then shook, and Bob groaned as he coated her insides, she saw it. Bob would later tell her that it was waiting when he got home. On the kitchen table across from where they fucked, was another large envelope addressed to. That combined with a half million religious fanatics who feel that death in a jihad will earn them instant salvation has killed us. Also they have been using chemical weapons and you said you didn't want us to stoop to his level. Being laden down with the chemical warfare gear has definitely hindered our fighting ability." I would still rather not resort to chemical weapons, but I feel that it is time that we send Makhtol a warning that if he doesn't stop the shit with the chemical weapons,.