. Again regardless of any amount of money offered. My name is not mama-san or Kimi or any of those stereotypical Asian nicknames so please refrain fro... using them on me.I will not be offering to "love you long time." She made the quotations marks in the air with her fingers as she said that part. "In short, Cowboy, you paid for a VIP booth. It comes with its own waitress. I am that waitress, but you can always request a different one." So why do you get to call me 'Cowboy, ' after giving me a. Hey, I’m Mister Muscle, not Captain Cerebral. Not to say I don’t play it smart. There was no long winded speech before hand on the errors of evil, just a simple ‘Its pounding time!’ followed by a pounding. I like to keep things simple. Fists were simple. The fight lasted all of thirty seconds, perhaps less. I didn’t even have time to work up a sweat. When it was all over, I handed his brass ass over to the proper authorities and then perched myself on a convenient roof top to go over some. Not like when mom did it. Then she said, “Ready?Here we go.” With that she started the hose in kindaslow and gentle and it felt so good I started to feellike I had to shit. She kept it goin’ in slow and easy and, finally, I feltthe water goin’ up in my bowels. It was kinda cold inthere, but not too bad. As a matter of fact, I wasbeginnin’ to like it and wondered how come I hated itso much when my mom or dad did it. When I had about 15gallons in me, that’s. “A Resssurrection?” Chassari whispered. “Who might that be?” She indicated the lifeless pile in the center of the room. The amount of crimson was horrifying.The energy built up by the spell fizzled and faded. The dark elf – Astra’il, wasn’t it? Barely recognized her with so many clothes on! - raised her head, concern and disappointment clearly visible on her expressive features.“That’s it?” Rhys asked. “Is it supposed to work like this?”Astra’il fought back to her feet. Her icy white hair clung.