A woman. You mask your disappointment, and straighten up to welcome the hooded woman to the altar. As she crests the last step, she lowers the violet ...ood to reveal a scarred, green face. The half-orc priestess indeed showed great promise, as the swell beneath the front of her robes suggested. Filistria bowed her head and placed one hand upon Shugga's cloth-constrained middle before tearing it away in a flourish.The vein-laden swell of a full-term pregnancy lay bare for all. You knew Shugga had. Nothing like coming home at the end of the day after a long shift. Sitting back in the chair, jeans and work boots still on, and HER coming and crawling into my lap, while we sit and talk and and watch tv for a little while before she goes to bed. Her little nighty on, and her little bum in my lap. My arms holding her close to me as I cuddle her. She moves around a bit so she can get comfortable. The feel of her little legs and bum rubbing against my crotch area, makes me hard instantly. My. I love the thought or going down on a beautiful woman and pulling down her panties revieling a cock twice the size of mine’ She grins and says ‘we may have to do something about that’ So we continue the tour, my mind reeling with possabilties. I show her the kitchen, opening the refidgorator and she sees all the sausages, corn cobs, cucubumbers, zuchinis, lemons, apples and oranges, beer and wine bottles. and says ‘You sure eat heatlhy’…I just grin and say ‘I sure do’ ..again anyone who has. The second chapter will be submitted within a day of this chapter. Enjoy! * THE CORRAL THEATER 1949 I woke up that cold winter afternoon in front of the Corral. Struggling with some small core of pride, I always said my name to myself as soon as I awoke after a drinking bout. Some days it was easy. Other days it could be a struggle, like today. Slowly I came up with a name, Crane, forming the sounds slowly with my lips: ‘Crane Hanson.’ John, the guy that managed the theater was a friend of.