That fucking slut. She’s a skinny little bitch, a toothpick. I can’t imagine what she would ever do in a gym (or bed for that matter) because it l...oks like anything past walking would break her.All this time, that dick has been telling me that he likes my body type, the strong toned body shaped with time in the gym, a firm round butt. And this is what he fucking does? Any guilt I might have been harboring about my desires to take you when you show up quickly evaporates. It’s probably not fair. "Well wrap it up, will ya? It's getting busy out here and your tables arestarting to get impatient." Sorry, I'm coming."I opened the door. Jeff was waiting, hand up against the wall. He was ina short sleeved shirt with clip on tie in the Bobby-Joe colours. Usually,I would find this kind of outfit ridiculous, but right now, he was mysuperior, and I was slightly terrified of what he might say to me."Hurry up now. We got the rush to look after. Jesus, Jessie. You ok? Youlook like crap."I couldn't. Mad Maldar was the town's local, totally insane, alcoholic wizard. He was an ex adventurer who had lost his entire party in a dungeon some thirty years ago and had been drowning his memory in ale ever since. Being a wizard though, Mizuki's simple illusion spell didn't fool him. After all, if a novice in magic like you could see the Dark Elf in her scant armour for who she really was, this master magician could too.To cut a long story short, you blind sided the old bastard just as he was about. " Maybe. I don't care anyway."Just then Roberts mom walked out of the house. "Renee? Your motherwants you to come home."Robert took me home, dropping me off at the street. I ran in thehouse only to see my parents and Mrs. Sutton sitting there. I didn'tknow what to do, and started for my room when Mrs. Sutton asked me tostay."You look very nice my dear." Uhh...thanks." Your mother tells me that you might need some things. It was hardfor me to admit it, but Heather will never be released, and I.