“You have to get it, I’m too nervous,” she giggled. “I have to get what?” My wife pointed behind the counter, where the adult magazines were...hiding. At first, I didn’t understand what she was so excited about. I hadn’t bought a nudie magazine since I was a teenager, as I considered them a waste of money for anyone that had a working internet connection. But then I saw it, too: Posing on the cover of a certain well-known gentleman’s periodical was a very familiar face, with a very familiar set. Also called Malign, monsters are creatures capable of absorbing traits and qualities from what they consume. A slime, thought to be the original Malign, might eat a lizard and gain its scales. Or a snake and produce a venom. They come in various shapes, sizes, and types. Most people differentiate harmless from dangerous by referring to the harmless as malign (one that looks and acts like a bunny, but has wings, for example), but the dangerous ones are called monsters. Combat against monsters. Out, inOut, inOut, inUntil his pace became more rapid, He could probably see from my facial expressions that my previous feelings of discomfort had changed into feelings of pleasure. He continued to fuck me at a moderate pace, and he leaned down so that he was horizontal with me, resting on his elbows on either side of my body, we were now in a ‘missionary’ position I suppose. My legs were wrapped around his lower back and he was thrusting into me with growing force. Ah, ah, ah…we both let out. I took up my notepad and pen again. She watched me placidly."When you were a man, you worked in the Empire Building in town?" I just said so." Doing what?" I..." There's no hurry. Just give it some thought." I was... No. I don't recall." Do you... remember what floor you were on? I could track it back thatway." Planning." Sorry?" Town planning. The ground floor."I frowned. That didn't fit my theory at all."I was... hmmm. I was a team leader. Yes. I'm sure of it." She smiledtoothlessly then that.