- OK. - Bob replied and plopped down on the chair, cross legged.- Fuck, the itch! - one calf was immediately displayed and the scratchingof nails over...hairy skin could be heard in the whole shop - fuck, feels sogood ... oooh ...George eyed Bob while cleaning up after his previous clients. She was latefor her "usual" - Elizabeth "Bob" Zbikowski typically visited him onceevery three weeks or so, six weeks being a long time. He could see the"salt" amongst her still mostly dark brown hair, now. Do you ever have anal sex?" Occasionally," she said, "Michel prefers to use my rear for other purposes," she said with a conspiratorial smile."Could I watch?"As soon as I had said it, I realized the absurdity of my suggestion. I wanted one of the top entrepreneurs of France to fuck his wife's ass so that I could watch it. I quickly said, "Sorry, I didn't mean that."Roxanne wasn't offended. "I think you're better off watching some videos," she said, "they're much more educational than Michel and. Nice ... I'd worry about the potential ramifications of this odd magical bounty later!My first thought was to stick to what I did best, maniacally burn down entire neighborhoods with excessive and unnecessary force ... just joking. I did try a few nice sharp fire-bolts, but their shields were up to the task of deflecting them, for the moment. Putting my opponents on the defensive now was also useful for another reason, I wanted to try a focused Spirit jab or two to get some more information. I looked past the two of them at Mrs. Hartwell. She actually looked at me, met my eyes, and clasped her hands together begging. She may have seen me take down all those deputies, and though she didn’t doubt her husband was a capable man, she didn’t want me to harm him.As far as I was concerned, I would only hurt him if he didn’t get the message.Mr. Hartwell was only a few feet away when I decided on how to handle this. I cast my personal shield on myself and held out my hand to shake. “Hello,.