You drop the tools you hold and do as you are told. You want to argue, but cannot. You were looking forward to coming in and having a beer before dinn...r, but my appetite differs from yours this evening. You have the notion to yell "Ball", but your buzzing asshole keeps you from doing so. I go to the bedroom and get the blindfold. I bring it into the door way where you kneel and place it over your eyes. I make you stand and I take off your shirt. I run my fingers down your naked chest. I undo. There is a bathouse in my town with a decent reputation and so I decided to take a cab down to it and see what fun I could get into. It was around bar time on a Saturday night, and it was already fairly crowded when I arrived. I quickly paid and got a locker, noticing quite a few cocks in the lockerroom that looked quite tasty.I winked and smiled at a few guys and went to look for the room that I had booked. I had read about the ways to invite people in and after finding my room I left the door. What about you?”The Russian smiled, “Ah, as always: either «навоз» was not delivered or not enough buckets for everyone.”I laughed, though I’d heard that one from one of my grandfather’s friends when I was little.“Mike, who were the young people at Vespers on Saturday?” Valentin asked.“Two High School Seniors who came to the theological debate at the school. I’d say if they show up again next Saturday they’re inquirers. I think, based on what they said to me, and the questions they asked,. Much later, I was high in a tree when the fireworks began. Having gotten close enough, the Demons threw twenty grenades into the tents and area where their archers were sleeping and ignited one of their wagons of hay. All too soon, my allotted twenty-five arrows were gone. Following Rolt’s orders, I joined the other Demons and quickly slid down my rope and ran for our horses. As I was sliding down the rope, I heard the baleful Demon wail from the bagpipe player. Even knowing what it was, it.