But she had a plan. And that plan made her godly cock hard as diamonds as she licked her delicious lips.All she needed to do is have some hero slay so...e sort of evil in her name. Mortals were always futzing around with things they weren't supposed too, there was always some evil sorcerer or ruthless tyrant one could use as a patsy for a good old fashion holy quest. The hard part (she loved the word 'hard') was acquiring a hero, or in her case, make one. It was actually quite rare for a hero not. The way she sat I was looking right up her dress and she seemed oblivious to this fact."What did you do to get punishment?" She asked."Someone spoke when they should have been listening, so I shut him up." Oh dear, you believe in violence then. I don't like violence." If it is to get me peace then I'll use violence if there is no other way." Surely you wouldn't use violence on a young woman?" No there are other ways to shut them up," I said with a laugh."What other ways, please explain.". Sometimes nails would remain stagnant for months or even years, sometimes they would cling to one host for an extended period and take their time in implanting the directions for the ritual, or sometimes they could incite mass violence in anyone within a kilometer range. But nowhere in his records had Nelson found any sign that this speed had been witnessed before.Were the Black Stigmata truly growing more powerful? Was their endlessly increasing numbers strengthening their hold on the minds of. I stood in front of him beneath the streetlight as I pulled a long menthol cigarette from out of my clutch bag."Could I trouble you for a light?" I enquired."Certainly" came the confident response.As he lit my cigarette very gentlemanly, his hand grazed mine. As he held the back of my hand to shelter the naked flame, I inhaled the first drag of the menthol laced tobacco. My mind sparked along with the lighter and at that moment I confirmed in my head to take him into my flat and have him fuck.