Long abandoned.Being abandoned entailed it being occupied in the first place. This was no Dungeon. It was a tomb. His tomb.Long ago, he had been the m...st powerful servant of a powerful Keeper. In the name of his master, he had killed…Well…He couldn't remember how many people he'd killed but he'd killed a whole load of them. After all, it was not like he ever counted. That would not be classy. As a Horned Reaper, he didn't live his life moment to moment, he lived it kill to kill. For one like. Unfortunately, they were all doing beautiful jobs of imitating fish out of water. Namely, their mouths were stuck open, and nothing but labored breathing was escaping from among the crew.“Save me a seat, y’all. I’ll go and get lunch,” Margie took command as she put down her book bag and made her way up to the snack food line.“Y’all? Are you trying to get with the Texas vernacular?” Tim challenged jokingly.“Holy shit, she did say y’all, didn’t she?” Marcie exclaimed and quickly hid her laugh in. 'Law Suit Settled For Hairballs'. Thanks anyway." We ate a good breakfast and Gwen was the happy beneficiary of a fewuneaten eggs and sausages. Sabrina suggested that we dress casual. Theother girls all wore jeans and sweaters or blouses. I, on the other hand,wore a skirt. I hadn't wanted pants at all when Sabrina and I hadshopped. I was a newborn girl. Why would I want pants? Now, though, I wasbeginning to rethink that 'No Pants' clause in my self-imposed GirlContract. Maybe there was a place. A brave little sissy like me, being told and encouraged to be dirty and naughty with the goal of being seen, seems like a dare I will win. Well, that brings me to getting in trouble with my Daddy. I always get an allowance. I use his credit card to by all kinds of fun sissy, fetish or fun things online. A week before we chatted about ordering a couple of high priced items. Since I was already online and shopping, I bought them too.So just two weeks ago daddy picks me up for the weekend. He.