But when he saw that my father was well guarded at all times by his henchmen, he made an offer to my father that he should turn the tables and do away...with Jordaens instead. He had previously arranged to meet Jordaens in a distant cave once my father had been killed, where Jordaens would pay him off. Jordaens had arrived with no payment, intending to kill Kano. But Jordaens had found me there when he arrived. My father did not say it, but I knew what he was thinking: I had been deliberately. Rather than rolling dice to determine the outcome of a battle or puzzle (I quickly stopped rolling the dice anyway in the old days - who wants to end the story just because you roll a double 1 when fighting some minion an hour into reading?) I thought I'd try out a system of stats whereby the choices made by the reader affect Emily's attitude and aptitude as the story progresses, making more or fewer options available depending on the paths taken so far.Unlike the other stories following Emily. I was much happier with my chicken.Or I would have been, except that we discovered something about seating arrangements that I hadn't really thought of before. See, Gary's a leftie and I'm right-handed. And I was sitting to Gary's left, which meant our elbows were battling for space. The first few times our elbows bumped, I apologized, and tried to move over a bit, only I was right at the edge of the seat already. But then Gary started to, like, try to knock my elbow without making it look too. What do you got in your pants, a bannana…or are you just happy to see me?”She was trying to get him embarrassed back.No such luck.He merely said “Care to find out?”“OH shit!” she thought – “Jesus has answered my prayers.”“OHmigod, OHmigod, OHmigod, what-do-I-do, what-do-I-do…Santa Maria, Santa Rosa, Saint Ignacio! Mother Teresa! Help me, I might cum right now just thinking about this dude’s thick, cum-filled schlong –pls, pls, pls! …*whew*…Just play it cool you little bitch. Play it fucking.