“I don’t follow.” Standing up, I brushed away the last of the curled pink wood shavings that still clung to my skin.Surviving Longshot’s launc... half-uprooted, the lone western red cedar at the outcrop’s peak that had served as our family’s lean-to shelter for more than a decade had finally succumbed to its fate, felled by a brief but intense winter storm the previous year. After the facto’s whirring digits had separated the bulk of the tree from its splintered base, I’d stripped a segment of. Weeks of exercise and practice now came into play. On Blago’s next advance, he lost his left ear to the slicing sword. Blago’s brute strength, his ally in the past, was of no avail against Monty’s hard won skill, finesse, and stamina.The vengeance seeking Monty circled and danced around Blago, flicking here, slicing there. Soon the other ear was gone, and Blago stood bellowing and swinging wildly. Hellbringer hooked Blago’s belt and sliced, causing his trews to slide downward. There hung. I drew in a deep breath and pushed my hand into the hole. My stomach curdled. My right hand clenched. Sweat dripped down my brow as I pushed—Pain exploded in my hand.I snarled, my knees buckling at the agony that engulfed my hand. Flames burned through every finger. I gasped through clenched teeth. The pain blazed down my arm. An intense torment. Pure torture.In my mind’s eye, I could see my hand burning. The skin crisping like frying pig skin. Cracking. The pain burned deeper. I wanted to yank. We may need it later ... So, do I talk with Mom and Sara?”Ben was caressing Mandy’s hair. “You sure this is something you’re okay with?”“Curious,” I said, flicking the head of that lovely dick. “You ... I mean, you do find Sara’s, like, attractive enough...”“She’s attractive. Not up to the standards of you two, though...”“Uh, just so you know,” giggled Bink, “we’d be there watching. Ain’t sending you off on a weekend or something...”“I might do that ball-tugging thing you like,” I.