To think then that I was told to watch from the sidelines, in the livery of my lord whose name was Odo. He is an orcish man in high condition, strong ...nd stout as is a boar, though humanly in his manners, for he is a half-orc. I could scarcely believe it then, myself. Why, if a great wise man had told me of this coming time, I would have slapped him well across both cheeks and set him straight! I looked down and saw the jealous-angry faces of my ‘guardians’, like creatures they were,. But as the sister kept all the details of this tragic event quiet, soon a rumour started to spread that it wasn’t an accident at all.Wild speculations of what really happened that day were making their way around town. Some said it was murder, others claimed he committed suicide but no one actually knew the real cause. Rumours eventually died down and a sort of emptiness fell over the town. Frederik’s sister would not and could not continue the tradition of throwing extravagant parties and the. ===================================================The blinds are partially drawn in the Sierra Lounge, but last rays ofsunset creep in at five minutes to eight. You can imagine a worldoutside this bacchanal--one where Mom and Dad are watching Final Jeopardybefore getting the little ones in their PJs.The windows in the Jungle are (as always) sealed and blacked out; thelouvered skylights shut tight. I hear an orgasmic squeal from thatdirection. Even from the far end of the Lounge, it's. Or rather, it was the nice little chopper they carried on a trailer behind them. MY Suzuki! I cant believe it had made its way down here with that family! I was going to love them forever. All that was left was getting the bike back&hellip, and maybe, just maybe, getting my hands on the cute little shit in the back seat of the truck. She seemed the country type, looked almost 17 (I later learned she was not yet 13), had the most beautiful green eyes and sandy brown hair ever. I pretended not to.