“I’m just thankful for my armour. It’s blocking all the really deadly stuff, though we’ll all need treatment when we’re finished here,” I ...emarked.“You’ll still have to detour through ‘De-con’ first,” Flinn reminded us.“Hope they don’t scrap my armour. Could be a bit of a bugger getting a new set out here,” I chuckled wryly.“True, the Artificer’s shop we have is a standard, but not an advanced one.”“One bridge at a time,” Torun chimed in. “This one’s stable, on to the next.”“Talking of the. ”She had been unceremoniously labeled a slut by her last boyfriend and his family when she’d fallen pregnant. The sheer stress had caused her to miscarry and she swore off guys for good and so far, she’d been true to her word. We were both content to socialize with each other, occasionally going to a club, sometimes to dinner but generally, just hanging out together, either at my place or at her home. Let it be said that we gave no cause for suspicion, either by action or thought. We really. It draws attention and uncomfortable questions. It then hunted for garbage bags, finding them beneath the kitchen sink.The wraith-child loaded the bags with the remnants of the man. Being a dried out corpse made disposing of him much easier and far less messy than a regular corpse. Once he was stowed in the garbage bags, the creature grabbed the keys and walked out with the bags. After disposing them in the dumpster behind the building, the wraith-child left, resuming its search for any who. At long last, she got the dooropen and we tumbled into the room. We collapsed on the bed and begansharing deep, passionate kisses. Sascha was a hot little vixen, and ittook all my willpower not to rip off my synthetic vagina and plunge mypenis deep into her. I had never felt so much desire for a woman as Idid right night. The irony was that this woman thought that I was also awoman - and any sudden change in my gender would certainly bring theevening to an abrupt halt. If Sascha wanted a.