There was a part of me that wanted nothing more than to place all of my soul into this prison of mortal flesh, and live a visceral mortal life from be...inning to end, but that would simply be a lie, a momentary escape. I was Arbor. I was no one at all. I was the forest, and the forest was me, and we were I, and we were no one. Peace and serenity, not freedom and individuality. Peace and serenity. Peace. “I am coming back,” I whispered to the tree, and touched my brow to its bark, “but you will. They’d pulled the captain’s chair out of the module, and Laurel was propped up against it, her broken leg stretched out in front of her. She’d initially brought her legs together when they’d positioned her there, but Vice had gently nudged her uninjured leg, and again to his delight she’d spread them open for him - looking at him like she wanted to kill him, of course, but that just made it all the more entertaining.Now that Laurel was done eating her ration, Vice stood and walked over to her.. "I mean that's fine right?" she added this time looking at Cristina for approval. My dear wife was quick to agree and said "Of course. And besides, there is nothing to see underneath anyway." Laughter. Irene did not say anything, but her putting her hand on her mouth was enough. Irene is not foreign to the possibility that I have a small penis. She was part of that group I served drinks on after I shoved snow during the winter. But she has not been vocal about my "tiny problem" as far as. The game progressed into its 10th hour. Two of the players, Marty and Ray, had been eliminated and were sitting at the bar snacking, drinking, watching the game and flirting with me. Phil was the money leader at this point and it was looking as though he might win again. Marty, Ray and I had started our own game of draw poker in the living room area.As the 17th hour passed Phil had been on a losing streak. Dave had been eliminated leaving Phil, his friends Steve and Wayne. Dave joined our.