”“You know Gil, I have known you to long to stay mad at you, so friends we are.” Who in the hell does guy think I am, he must really think I am ...hat stupid? I know what’s coming next, I am going to let him have the floor.“I really have to thank you for not holding a grudge against me. I really have got myself into some trouble. I took this girl out last night, down by Monterrey. When I was taking her home my car broke down. Could you possible come and help me?”“Where are you?”“I am about twenty. Pete had gone out for a beer with him a couple of times and tried hard to get sort of friendly with the guy but it hadn't amounted to much. Oscar didn't even have any discernable interests in sports or even topless dancer bars, nor did he even like beer much. That made any male bonding considerably more complicated, and the bachelor party a rather boring bust when Oscar suggested a bowling alley for their party. The best man, a rather flamboyant burly gay bear, complete with black leather. I take one in each hand, now grabbing on them hard, making you whimper in pain. You try to pull away and I slap you again, telling you not to move. You look up at me with pleading eyes, but you'll get no mercy from me. I take you by the arm and lead you to another room, where a woman is sitting dressed just like you. I have you stand in front of her, then hit the back of your knee with a riding crop so you instinctively kneel. You find yourself face to face with her pussy only inches away. You. He stopped when he felt the tip of a dagger resting behind his right ear, ready to be shoved into his skull if he flinched too hard.“No Sandar,” said Ledger, “You are worthless murderer of girls. Not this time, never again,” said Ledger in a voice Sandar had never heard the boy use before. He leaned over and whispered, “That little girl you raped and killed last year was a good girl and a friend.” Ledger grabbed the staff from Sandar’s shaking hands and he felt for the enchantment ingrained it..