My fingers curled into fists against the wall, displaying the will it was using me to not push back. I listened to you chuckle as you rewarded me with...a “Good girl” for my efforts. I could feel the heat between my legs grow hotter at your words, and an itch of desire began to drive me wild. I knew I was wet…soaking wet. Even with my face pressed against the wall I could smell my desire. Finally you gave me what I wanted, what I needed, when you let your fingers press against the outside of my. After about a week, Julian had decided to chase Ryan, who had now gathered a half-dozen friends to join him on his nightly vigil out of the lot. He allowed a certain amount of slack to the no loitering policy, but they were pushing their luck.Julian would have followed that line of thought, but a customer came in carrying a half-dozen party bags full of ice. He laid them down and started picking up disposable styrofoam coolers."Good evening, Mr. Flattery," said Julian amiably. "Having a. Cursed us you have.” Thakkor’s eyes narrowed and his hands balled up into fists. “It was Alicia’s magic that killed that thing.” “Get back,” the first sailor warned. “Maybe the Lady of the Sea will have mercy on us if we send you to her.” Thakkor growled and reached for the sword he’d belted on in the cabin. “You ungrateful...” A gentle, yet trembling hand stopped him from drawing the weapon. “Thakkor. No.” The rest of the men continued readying the longboat, while the other boat splashed into. That moment stretched on into eternity and I must have screamed, forthe world shattered like glass, falling around me like brilliant stars.Everything was gone. No sight, no sound, no smell, no touch, I hung thevoid, alone with my thoughts.#What would you have said? Perhaps you'd ask her about dice-rollingtechniques or the merits of point-based versus level-based systems?You're a pathetic little man...#I tried to reply, but no words came and the voice continued, explainingin intricate detail why.