One night he told a story about a young man becoming an adventurer, and I learned that fighting in [Dungeons] grants an adventurer class to people tha... without one. The next day I pretended a stick was a wand, and imagined becoming a wizard or enchanter.I was such a naive child back then. Head full of childish dreams, I ran away, and joined up with what I thought was a great group of adventurers. It never occurred to me that anything was strange about three middle aged male adventurers taking. Looking back, she still couldn’t make sense of it! She’d been shocked and unable to move. Literally! Some unseen force had kept her pinned to the bed. She’d still been able to see and speak, but beyond that she’d been helpless to intervene as the evil man had somehow forced Sister Allison to do his bidding. She’d apparently been unable to stop herself straddling the naked Batgirl on the bed and lifting up her bum high in the air to present her gaping, excited pussy lips to him. Although. "But Bela," I began, and paused for a moment. "Dr. Cohen is an expert on Sterne, one of the most respected in the country. You have the ability to do brilliant work; and some of your ideas on Tristram Shandy are truly original. Dr. Cohen is much better able to help you do an extraordinary study." But it was in your seminar, and under your guidance, that those truly original ideas of mine" – her tone when she repeated my words was tinged with self-mockery – "were born and developed." She stared. “Jon, I am so sorry. That’s some backhanded, vile shit, though. How could she say that?”“Who knows? Planting seeds to end things, maybe?”My boss stepped from behind her desk and leaned back on the front of it. Her hips seemed broader as her bottom squished onto the edge.“Forgive me for saying this, but your girlfriend’s a jackass.”“Already forgiven.”“Also, if you don’t already know, ya dick ain’t small, chief.”I laughed – well cackled – for the first time since that demoralizing conversation.