She stood up, setting the beer down, and examined the weapon. It looked like very basic sword shape, just smaller, nothing fancy about it. The handle ...as unsanded, unstained wood. The crosspiece was just a bar of metal with a slot for the blade to go through. ‘What do you use these for?’ She asked, looking up. He had removed the apron, and now she could see that the skulls on his stomach surrounded a clock marked in roman numerals of bones, set at a couple minutes to midnight. He flipped the. Appearances do deceive as I would discover later on.Swiftly we ran, our bare feet hardly touching the ground. The sensation was astounding. I could feel the texture of the earth upon which we ran, the leaves underfoot, the squish of some creature when I stepped on it. Thorns did not penetrate the soles of my feet nor did flinty stones hurt me. We came to a village. We watched and waited and soon the fires were banked and the oil lamps faded to mere flickers. We moved into the village. The dogs. We are best friends, but even to this day I'm the alpha dog in our relationship and we only talk about what I want to. I knew one day I would have to address me fucking his friends, but not that night. When I got into bed, I dozed off for a few hours, but at about 3 o'clock I was tossing and turning with a rock hard cock, thinking about Ray's sexy ass sleeping downstairs. All I was thinking about was his beautiful smile, sexy hairless abs, and long hairy athletic legs. He was so hot and I just. Most for one night. At week days I was so tired I didn't even feel like masturbating even tho most girls didn't satisfy my hunger and there were times I has really horny. One day I woke up just as usual I got on my motorcycle and headed for the office. It was Wednesday, pretty sunny for fall and the air was cold. Little did I know that in a few minutes I was going to be what can be described as "hit by thunder". I parked my motorcycle in my usual space, after all besides weekends all I did was.