It was time to find a man, or several men, they decided. And they had another plan as well.****"Okay, Arielle, how are we going to go about this?" Bro...ke asked during the next lunch at the club."First, we need to set the guidelines. We are talking about a male between the ages of twenty-five and thirty. It doesn't matter if he is single or married. His erect penis needs to be seven or more inches. No sense settling for second best. Color doesn't matter although a black man would be a first for. The group then began to notice the dice vibrating on the table. A strange crackling energy filled the air. What was happening?The weird DM continues. "To our neutral female Teifling Bard the gods bestow the gift of the Devils Tongue. Your pretty mouth is talented in more ways than one. It is gifted both in voice and in sexual ability. Your tongue is long, strong, and prehensile."Sara blushes deeply as Dan sputters his objection. The dice upon the table shake and clatter and slowly begin to. If Thorne The Second flashed his teeth with that smug smile, I was going to break both his arms and legs. Diana LaDon stood front and center to a squad of agents from the DEA and FBI. They were paying respect to the fallen and keeping a careful eye on the living.Diana kept glancing at me. Agent Tan wasn't present thankfully; I'd break his arms and legs too if he looked at me the wrong way. I made a choice in the living room so I could not hold those thirty minutes, which might have made a. He was always right, there was no discussion or controversy. Whenever I deigned to question him, it was met with a curt, "I explained already, Belle."After our meal, we sat outside sharing a bottle of cheap wine watching the cold grey Scottish sky turn from slate to ash, to purple then to blackness. He commented about how the Arts and Crafts style gas lights looked like a set of testes hanging from above, glowing and needy as the shaft of light it cast into the darkness. He had to stop to.