In the nearly twenty-four decades the Gnome had lived, he couldn't remember a more stolid young man than the young Gnathar he had picked up three year... ago. That young boy was gone and the nobly honest and impassively gallant man that rode next to him remained. The Axeforger did not know why the Gods chose this giant of a boy to do their work, but he praised their choice as he asked the question again, for the last time: "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Jonar nodded, his face. It was approximately 10pm on a summer's evening and the daylight was drawing to a close and giving way to the darkened skies that will cover a multitude of sins throughout the country. Sophie was driving home from a group meet of girls, she turned off a main road, though enjoying her journey dressed she felt conspicuous whenever stopping at traffic lights and other cars pulling up next to her or by pedestrians watching her as she drove by, she had never driven so far dressed before and found. She can’t tell what it is. He’s running something along the insides of her thighs. It feels cold, maybe sharp, she can’t quite tell. He holds a dull butter knife against abdomen, ice cold from being in the freezer. He runs it from her thighs to her breasts. It follows her curves and circles around her erect nipples. He gently moves its dull blade up the side of each nipple. “OMG,” Ms. E shouts to herself, “he can’t be touching me with that big ass sharp knife! Trust him, trust him.”Her. The door failed to yield. There was a buzzer. Carlos was watching around the corner of the entrance way as the others huddled. "They're still comin", Carlos said. Juan said, "I have an idea", and punched the buzzer. "Hello, can I help you? Do you have an appointment?", said a pleasant sounding female voice.Juan mimicked a small child's voice, "lady you got to hep me thers some older guys chasing me and they going to beat me, help me, please let me in let me in". "WWhat", said the woman back..