The topic had come up even as we were merely dating, and hadn't decided to get married; and yet at the time, I didn't take her all that seriously. But...as the time approached for us to get married, she reiterated it once again. "If we're to get married, I want a black baby." She added: "But if that's something you don't want, then we should call off the wedding. Okay?" By then I was too much in love with Marisa to do that, and so we set about making actual, concrete plans for accomplishing. Balding, a small potbelly and an order pad in his right hand made him the perfect target for a little exposure. The store was crammed full of furniture. The living room ensembles were on the right as they entered with bedroom sets behind them. On the left were dining rooms, the breakfronts blocking their vision of what lurked behind them. Bridget and Jill went separate ways upon entering. Bridget drifted towards the salesman whose nametag screamed, "Hi! I'm Bob!" May I help you, young lady?"As. Looking across the street, he wondered if what he was planning was such a good idea.He'd driven over to the Morgan house, intending to surprise Heather, but now that he was there he was having second thoughts about it. For one thing, he could tell that her parents were home, which would make any hanky-panky that the two of them might get up to in her room a risky proposition indeed. Of course, taking those kinds of risks had never stopped Heather before, and in fact she seemed to relish and. That is you, is it not?" She called out.Rohanan? I told the stupid moron my name was Ryan. Rohanan was not a common word in the Ancient Language and it took me a while to fish my memory the meaning. An old word even in their language, Rohanan translated as a quasi guardian mage, something other than a run of the mill warrior who served a king; a rohanan served a god. It was an ancient role that had disappeared far in their past."Aye," I barely managed to force out of my throat with a forced.