The summer after I graduated I was offered a job for a few months with my late Uncle who,lived near a small town about ten miles away till harvest tim... that paid the princely sum of a dollar an hour plus a comfortable room all my own and all meals, weekends free. It was damned hard work driving a heavy old tractor in large fields ploughing, cultivating, dragging, etc, feeding the a****ls. Milking the cows using machines though I knew how to do it by hand, and shovelling cow and pig shit, a. We heard cries as men who were looking to do us harm died no doubt as they were found in their hiding places. We were exhausted by the time we had looked through all of the rooms.We needed to eat and rest, but I didn’t feel comfortable doing either here. So we made our way outside and then back to the inn, where we had eaten the night before. We had a meal and then we went back to Roy’s house and had an uneasy night there.As we got ready to go back to the Citadel the next morning, the streets. Other distinctive features included horns of different shapes and sizes as well as glowing eyes of unnatural colours. Due to these behaviours and features the world referred to these beings as succubi.The Afghanistan government was quite forthcoming with the information of this new threat against humanity. Once the situation had gotten out of hand they deemed it necessary to establish a provision against the succubi, and with help from the United Nations, the UN Provision for Succubus. I found out about the medicine right away. A Moorish doctor soon healed up the shallow cuts made by the lash of the Dungeon Master so that only minute, but still visible scars were left. My Vaginal sores and such from the abuse I suffered were also treated and quickly healed. This was right after I was settled in. It definitely was this Moorish medicine that enabled me to live to my current advanced age. That would have never happened in England. I'd likely have died by the age of forty had I.