"Compared to the average Chaosian woman, Cassandrian women are the cream of the crop ... they are intelligent, beautiful and every Chaosian male lusts...after them ... more about that later."Survival on Chaos. When you start a mission you have nothing but the clothes on your back. If you want to eat or sleep you have to find a job of some kind ... or take what you need from someone who has attacked you."If you are attacked, Fighting on Chaos should have only one result ... somebody dies. As soon. "You weakling! You let Jehovah deprive you of human worship, just as he does to others, and thus you're not equal to my loincloth! Besides, don't you know by now that your Master hates pride, except in himself? He demands servile humility from all others, even his fellow Elohim! Which is why I can never serve him, letting myself be his dog!" the swarthy rival to the King of Heaven insisted, as their blades clashed yet again.For several moments more, Maurice and Lilith viewed this spectacle from. Poor Janice was almost forgotten as Tom and I chatted, his eyes raking over me, taken in my long legs and partially exposed bust."Do you want to go out sometime," he asked."Sure, give us a call," I said."Come on June let's go up to my room," said Janice."Sure," I said, dragging myself away from Tom."What's with you," inquired Janice, "you're like a bitch in heat." Yeah sorry," I smiled, "but you should see Joe and Terry around my place, working half naked right in front of me." Half-naked, oh. The contrast was just so exhilarating! His swollen black baby-making tool nestled deep inside a pale white female's baby-making chamber. His fucking tool constantly stimulated by her tight vaginal walls as he pumped back and forth inside her. His black balls sac producing the baby-making sperm and depositing those baby-makers into their new home inside the pale white female's reproductive nest. The seed deposited there where nature intended it to be. The seed continuing then on its journey.