He waited until they buzzed one of the apartments, got a response, and waved to him happily.Back in the cab, he counted the bills one of the women had...given him. Twelve dollars, all singles, for a fare of $11.50. A four-percent tip. Greg sighed and smiled, knowing the old broads meant well.Besides, he couldn't complain. The night before he ferried two Japanese businessmen from LaGuardia Airport to their hotel in Midtown, then waited with his meter running while they checked in. He waited for. We held on tightly, squeezing the breath out of each other as ecstatic spasms washed over our bodies, slowed, and then came to a rest.I rolled off her diminutive form and held her hand. A couple of minutes of silent recovery, and she said in a near whisper, “I’m gonna hold you to your promise to do me at least twice, but if you thought you couldn’t satisfy me on the first try, you’re crazier than a bedbug. I can’t imagine why some woman hasn’t locked you up for safe keepin’ ages ago.”I basked. Chucking as I leave the room I think to my self, she must be a curious cat and not having any control is probably killing her right about now. Just as I was about to shut the door and go grab the rest of the rope, an idea struck me like a mack truck. I open the door and goto my closet. Scouring through my closet I find what I am looking for, wasn't that hard to find it. I walk back over to the bed, with my arms behind my back and a grin from ear to ear. Since turning around she has had her eyes. The second thing these artifacts held in common was that they were all corrupted by the dark gods who had infused dark magic into them after the fall of the ancients, corrupting those who took control over them, to assure a worshiper to build their dark temples and sacrifice creatures to their honor. Yeah the dark gods were bunch of high strung, attention seeking, manipulating, sludges who couldn't help but feel good about themselves by getting a mindless worshiper to kill things in their.