The sky bled, turning red.” That sounds familiar, you remember the sky being ripped asunder and the sky turning red. “A black tower rose from the ...round and monsters poured out into the lands.”“For the story to be scary, it needs to be real,” Jen complains.“This is real, I saw the ruins of the tower on my Europe trip last summer. This village was all about this event in their history. They had a museum with really old paintings, with like goblins and orcs running over the nearby landscapes.. I miss you so fucking much. Why can’t you give me what I want? You know how much I strive to be the best writer-wench there ever was, the one, Grusha. I can’t do that without you filling me with inspiration.You leave me no choice but to rub one off in the subject line. Alone.==========Subject Line: Take This, Word-WhoreGrushaVashnadze: You fucking needy, clichéd cumslut.Is acting like a pathetic pastiche the best trope you can come up with?If you want my message up your tight inbox, slut,. Straight at you... cooking me dinner." I know it's a lame come-back. You smile anyway. I love seeing it. "We'll see," you say doubtfully. We each take a long sip of wine. "Okay, ready?" "Yes. Let's do this." I psych myself up for the final round. "Three... two... one... go!" This is it! The staring contest to end all staring contests! Anything goes. The connection between our eyes is so strong it's almost a physical link between us. We maneuver our heads around like two boxers sizing each. When we would enter themysterious house we would magically develop bodies of women. Ifwe exited the back door we remained as women and were able to goout into town as the fairest of sexes. We were able to return toour male bodies after returning to the home and exiting throughthe front door. In the house was every piece of female clothingyou would want. I particularly went straight for thecheerleading closet. That's right! I had a closet foreverything and every color available for a.