Technically I was still in the marines, but I seemed to spend less and less time with my original unit. When my enlistment ended, I wasn’t even twen...y one yet and I figured it was time to leave the killing to them and further my education. Mum was happy to say the least but this was short lived. I had been home barely six month, and had even started applying to colleges, when I received a visitor. He had an offer, or more of a proposition, and it was kind of hard to pass up. Yes, I know, I was. It was a shame because she was prime fuck material and it bothered him to think about her going to bed alone at night with only a battery-operated device for company.The six alternates looked just like the other jurors but he sensed they were the “second team” in the eyes of the clerks of court and they were treated like second-class citizens just like the Mexicans wandering up from the south to work the fields at a time when blacks were figuring out how to get all the government handouts that. I take it your parents are Tolkien fans?”“My mother was. My father’s in thrall to a wicked enchantress who thinks elves are demonic and that I should call myself a proper Christian name.”Cat shared a wicked smile. “I could paint you with the ears.”Arwen laughed. “Nick, I like her. Can we keep her?”“Hall beat us to it,” said Nick. “But, I would pay for her to paint you as an elf if you sent it to the Wicked as a Christmas present.”“Done.” Arwen turned to Cat. “Get it in writing before he. So i go into the living room and find wendy there smoking a cigarette with a long skirt and a top witch gave her some nice cleavage, and i sit down on the couch next to her and we started to chat about some random stuff, until i turned the mood a bit personal."so wend have you ever been married" i asked"nah chris i havent but if you find the right girl make sure you do, okay" she replied.so i had some knowledge of her and knew that she's been living on her own for quite some time now so i ask.