.. the nature to kill.When I was only five years old I remember dreaming such things as fires and blood, some things so horrible that when I told anyo...e about them they'd either insult me or give me a cold, morbid stare that told me I was some sort of moster, but I didn't understand. These dreams of falling lumber with glowing flames raging, people being slaughtered and crushed by them. The dreams of which a young girl would be ganged up on by a number of men and forced into the most. ‘Hello John, I’m Shannon Kelly.’ A guy sitting across the table stood up and glared at me with laser like eyes. It wasn’t so much the eyes that bothered me, it was the 6 foot 4 behemoth behind them that made me think that discretion was the better part of valor. In other words, I needed to get the hell out of Dodge before the man mountain could get around the table. I looked up into his eyes and said, ‘I’m sorry if I upset you buddy. I didn’t stop to think that Shannon might be here with a date. She was truly, impeccably beautiful. A teen Venus at the cusp of her womanhood. Her tits rose a bit higher, and her flat tummy was even more slender before flaring to the gentle adolescent curve of her hips and ass. And her ass. Her ass! Small, tight, and high. There was nothing on her except a gold crucifix on a tiny chain. I let her keep that on. A sparkling irony, it appealed to the Darwinian in me. You know, the alpha male and the gene pool thing. ?Now get on your. It was obviously near sunrise, in the hour of twilight. Then Larry fixated his glance directly ahead of him, on the stone circle, one similar to that of Stonehenge. Except this one was more complete."Ah, the ancient spellcaster temple. It has been a long time since there has been a ceremony here," Sir Wilson exclaimed, the first emotion Larry had seen from him.He looked satisfied with things. Around the circle was a menagerie of other knights, male and female, standing patiently, waiting. They.