And I even wrote a thing on the wall about a woman sucking cocks in the center stall! The word is getting around about the female cocksucker who frequ...nts the washroom and she goes there almost daily now, and it is strange, but when I get home from work, she always blows me too, maybe from guilt at doing all those other guys. Well, I was in there again last week and the stalls were filled and I had to wait my turn. I could hear movement this time. A thumping sound. A guy came out and I ducked. It’s too bad you’re colorblind, Dag!”You are dead, bastard. And so is Dag. How dare you taunt me from the grave?The screen dissolved again and a new message appeared. “Press Esc to continue.”Everything else on the computer was locked. Nothing responded. I pressed Esc. The message that returned said simply, “You lose! Simon didn’t say ‘Press Esc.’” What a childish game he was playing. Or so I thought. The screen rewrote with rolling text. It didn’t take long to realize it was deleting all the. He made his way around and slid into the driver's seat before closing the door. The two wet bodies causing the windows to fog up and Michael fiddled with the controls for a moment before they began to clear."I thought all single guys drove fast cars," Claire said."They do? Actually I do have a fast car, but I only drive it on warm, sunny days. Otherwise, this old beater gets me where I need to go as long as I don't put anything in the trunk when it is supposed to rain. The thing leaks like a. Me an' Ezra were busy fer over a month gittin' all of the orders out fer armor an' crossbows. Like I always say, nothin' helps sales like a good demonstration. Ezra said that he was interested in learnin' ta be a smith, so I began teachin' him. We didn't go inta one of them formal agreements 'bout a master an' apprentice; he jus' agreed ta work fer food an' shelter an' fer the learnin', an' we shook hands on the deal.Other than routine stuff, I put him to makin' himself a short sword like mine..