He drags you tothe cruiser and forces you into the back seat. After a quick drive the thepolice station he drags you to the holding cell. You look aro...nd throughyour drunken haze and see about twenty horny male prisoners staring at youlike hungry wolves looking at a piece of raw steak. You stagger into the holding cell with all the men who have been picked upfor drunkenness this Saturday night. You are still dressed in your skimpyFrench maids uniform, thigh highs, heels and G-string panties.. There was so much of it to pull. Attempting to hasten the process, Axel tugged at the mana. Axel must have tugged too hard because the ogre turned and headed toward him.He only needed another minute. Once the ball was formed, the skill would act by itself and trap the rest of the ogre’s mana. Axel only needed to start the process so that the skill could finish it.Then the ogre stopped and from the distance, Axel could swear he saw a smile. The ogre raised his club as if for a swing even though. I have found, to my distaste that the dialects in this most high and foul place, This Wrydia… and the accents, so dreadful, and that there is little that could be said but for me to say that even the voiding of my bowels would sound far better, for I have no good to say of Wrydian. Only the faint presence of the Ballingar tongue, that is it’s only good point. The regional dialects… horrific. But I should not distract myself on the subject of the horrible Wrydian tongue… I am a simple regale-er. All of this led to a problem when I got to the fourth grade. We had a new teacher, who didn't know any of us. On checking attendance the first day, she called out 'Robert Watson'. No one answered."Is Robert James Watson here?" she said again in a very cross voice."Yes," I finally answered, "but everyone calls me Jim." Your first name is Robert, young man. I have two other James in this class, and you will answer to Robert," the teacher scolded me. The next name on the roll was Ginny as her last.