They had been sent on a quest from a local adventurer’s guild to track down the fiends responsible for the disappearances of young men and women fro... the town of Dragon's Maw. Their leads had led them to an abandoned manor that once was home to the local baron, Lady Sliversmith. The group had barely stepped foot in the manor when demonic creatures jumped them. Bernard fell to the beasts fast, and the last Gwenive saw of Asharia was she was screaming an incantation as one demon slammed her head. Otherwise, even though he'd given me three pages of blank lines to fill out for the sin of "Masturbation", I would have definitely run out of room.His obsession with my Catholic upbringing was obvious from the start of our short-lived relationship. I learned this the day after he'd made me walk to the coffee shop wearing that slutty black fishnet shirt. That day had been a Sunday. My dad was taking my brothers to a Browns game while I went to mass, so I was going to have a ton of time to spend. The smell of her hair, her soft cheeks, her baby smooth nape, oh fuck, I cant describe in words. I touched her cheeks with mine and she screamed “Ouch! Do you ever shave! Junglee kahin ke! ”Now guys give me small suggestion in the comments” what should I do? My mom likes me in beard whereas my sister like me clean shaven! Help me out of this deadlock guys!”I abruptly ended it, and told her that I would see her in the evening and she must go help with some teaching work at their ngo. I wanted to. I would have been beaten within an inch of my life with a bowl of pudding from the back of the truck, but my demise was cut short by something I saw on the side of the road... "Hey, what’s that?" I said to Greg as I uncurled from my defensive cannonball position and looked out the window. Greg was too busy trying to save his hair and try to beat me at the same time to notice the odd black spot that looked somewhat like a lumpy sack laying in the right-hand side ditch. "Dude,.