The woman at the front desk kept sliding her eyes away from John as she jabbered at them. John inquired about network access, and was given a local lo...in code to use. Once they were inside their room, John pulled out the Canadian phone they’d purchased, an ancient device made sometime around when the Celts were putting up Stonehenge. He logged into the motel signal, and typed a message into a website he found.“What are you doing?” Veronyka asked, as she ran the shower to get the water. Your wit and charm were usually enough to handle most people, but when they weren’t, you also had your magical talent to fall back on.Within a year, you had killed your first man - a fat, balding pig who tried to get you drunk so he could assault you in your bed. Leaving only the burning husk of an inn behind, you fled that town under cover of midnight and continued to drift for five more years. You mastered your spells while following the trail of devastation left in Sindarion’s wake, waiting. “If you mean you’ve chatted me up fairly regularly since your divorce from my bud, well yes, we’ve been here before,” said Sammy.“Sam, I’m not here to cause anybody trouble or to make anyone uncomfortable. I just need to find a way to help our Jimmy to get it together and be able to make a life for himself. Jesus, Sam, I need your help. God damn it I do,” she said.For the life of him he was feeling sorry for the woman. He could see she meant what she said. But the problem was it didn’t make a. Pointing to her crotch, she says, “No dude will ever own this. If you want to enjoy it, just take your turn.”We bonded immediately and screwed four times that night. I couldn’t get over how cool she was about sex. I’d been laid a few times before by white chicks that seemed to have some kind of problem with opening their legs to do a very natural activity. This black honey said she’d already been fucked by who knows how many different guys and liked almost every one she’d tried.I was.