Either I ended it now or I had to shoot him as well. I stomped my heavy boots on his open toe sandal like shoes and that had the desired effect. He ye...ped and raised a leg and gave me a wide open target for an axe handle blow to his trunk! He fell back wards, and I kicked the blaster out of his hand.It took two more kicks against his head to make the Yokuta stop trying to get back up.This seemed to be some sort of postal depot. The conveyor belt ran along a row of chairs, most likely occupied. After reading couple of stories on this portal, I thought of sharing one of the incidents that happened to me. Hope everyone here will enjoy it. I am a Computer engineer working for one of the leading organization in Mumbai. I am born & brought up in Thane. I m 5.11 in height with good physique & normal looks. I maintain a good personality as I am a yoga practitioner.Since my college days I had been with dozen of girlfriends. The incident took place a couple of months back. I was on enjoying. She's right. We all have cover identities assigned to thesedisguises which apparently have been established beforehand by otheragents. We need to get into character in behaviour as well and getgoing."The others nodded and the four returned to where they had left theirgear. Each one gathered up their real form's armour and weapons andthen delved into their supply packages to see what their coveridentities had been supplied with. Thormod found that the gear of hernew blood elf self was of a very. One man, however, was not so oblivious. He was older; by the Goddess he must have been in his late twenties or early thirties! When you are in your late teens, that seems like a venerable age. He was also not very subtle. He was walking near me and he suddenly stopped with a sharp intake of breath. I looked up only to see his eyes glued to me with a huge grin on his face. I realized what was going on and snapped my legs shut, feeling startled. He turned red and moved on.Feeling embarrassed and.