“Yes, my Mage.”“Where do you wish us, Mage Morgana?” Marja asked.“Can you keep your people to our left flank?” Morgana replied, showing a ...ap of the area. “When we engage we’d like you to flank them and try to get in amongst their rear.”“I believe we can do that,” Marja replied.“Be careful, make sure you can retreat if necessary,” Morgana added.“Of course, Mage Morgana,” Marja replied, although Adok at her side looked disdainful at the thought of retreating.“Will my people be required, Mage. Stacy smiled and said she didn't bring one. My mouth flopped open and I stared at her. what do you mean? I asked. Stacy explained that it didn't make sense that we both carry a tent and that it would make sense if we shared one. I wasn't impressed. If my wife found out Stacy and I shared a tent, let alone did this trip together, she would be furious (or so I thought... I now know I was wrong about that... another story). As it turns out, Stacy wasn't carrying any cooking equipment either,. I was more excited and started running the checklist in my mind. Liquor- done; hot guy- done and horniness – at cloud seven. We reached his place and it was a very nice and neat place. He had his place designed with unlikely stuff like an archaic trunk as a coffee table and some cushions for seating, a few weirdly looking succulents occupying the empty spaces of the room. He had a guitar and a Chinese lantern that I suppose is not taken since Diwali. His place gave me an impression of his. It felt comfortable now, but he knew it wouldn't be long before he felt the stinging agony as her acids started to dissolve him.Suraimo sat up, straddling him on top of a bed formed out of her own body."Look at the defeated adventurer," she taunted. "That makes me feel so wet. I think it's time to really let the juices flow."Jackson felt her wetness all around him. Warm fluids oozed out of her protoplasm and bathed his engulfed body.He gritted his teeth. "Make it quick," he pleaded.He'd seen.