The downfall of so many. And so began 141’s final chapter.Nine years ago 141 came under it’s final owner… Mr and Mrs Stamp - a couple of notorio...s repute. The king and Queen of the swinging scene. 141 became known as The Townhouse. A den for infamous sex parties.Townhouse catered for all needs. Swinging, cuckolding, BDSM, all niches covered.~A police sergeant whistled with his fingers in his mouth. “Detectives. This way please. Got two possible witnesses.”.Blakely walked towards the policeman. He applies it to his wounded dignity and lets out a sigh of relief.‘I am so, so, so, so, very sorry Warren, that was the dumbest thing I’ve ever done. Do you need anything else?’He looks at me and manages the ghost of a smile. ‘I….hope that’s the dumbest you’ve ever done or will do. Do you have an ice bag?’I flee the room in search of it. It takes but seconds to prepare, but I grab his wineglass and the bottle as I head back in.‘Here’s the ice bag, and maybe the wine will help?’ I ask. Both our careers and relationship were too important to abandon requiring us to find a solution that could accommodate both. The solution was for me to join corporate American as in-house counsel for a moderately sized company in Rosemary’s hometown where she could continue her long, upward climb to a partnership in her firm as a trial attorney. We took the opportunity this consolidation of interests provided to marry. While little changed on the outside it had a profound effect on the. Over the centuries, life evolved. Some gods took interest in some of these creatures and blessed them with their power. That's how cratures such as elves and lizardfolk came to be. And when humans saw themselves missing the blessings of the Gods, they, too, wished for something to protect them.But what their wish created was different.Eventually, the Gods left the material plane in order to indirectly watch over the world. The planet's creatures are now alone. Kingdoms have risen and fallen,.