" He crooned to the Zibongs, "Ah, now I have you!"The glow around the Zibong sword brightened and a Zibong moved up behind him. Along the blade of the...sword, a spirit formed. Looking like a ghost from the Arena, some poor hapless soul was sucked through Spellblaster's body and into the waiting Zibong. The Zibong seemed to adapt to its guest, stretching out and slightly mimicking the features of the spirit."Just a few more... a few more... if only I could control more..." Spellblaster, murmured. “Sorry Luv, But I still have no desire for sex. Maybe in time it,ll come back.” “I do hope so.” So I knew what my next wish would be. A day later good Old Nick or maybe not so Good returned. “Time for your second wish” he simply stated. “Oh by the way my minions caught thirty thieving devils trying to steal my souls. GOD will be pleased when he next comes to forgive some and. I have plenty to offer instead of having to rush round filling his orders.” “I wish my wife to have her sex desire. Fighting Hawk then picked out the ones that he wanted to go with him and arranged the others in four groups. Each had their specific targets.Once he had everybody prepared, he gave his last order, "I want all bows and spears left behind. We will only use knives and clubs." It drew looks of concern from almost everybody, but Fighting Hawk asked them if they were Cheyenne warriors or children. It silenced their objections, but they still didn't like it. Fighting Hawk left to talk to Gray. .. and remembering what Marty said, I acted the part of the shy guy. I didn’t initiate anything, not even when some of the top contenders from yesterday’s list came to say hi.But it was mid-June, and way too hot for three layers. I’d been at school for less than an hour when I caved, and took the woollen jumper off - I was drowning in sweat, and knew that I wouldn’t last the rest of the day buried under so many layers.As I’d feared, without the jumper, my nipples were clearly visible. The.