The first clue was when I went to take a piss, she would follow me into the bath room and hold my dick to direct the stream when I was done she would ...lick my slit clean and dry it with that beauitful hair. When I tryed to tell her no she would just say Your my daddy and I have to take care of you. She refused to were any cloths in the house saying little grils have to be naked at all times to make their daddy horny, on that I couldn't dissagree.That night our first living togther, Sissy said I. He screamed in pain, as it was obvious to him that something serious was wrong. He couldn’t cast anything, due to being held by my sword, and he flailed his arms trying to regain his balance. An arrow came flying in from the doorway and embedded itself in his head. His head snapped back and he slumped to the floor, dead. I held him up by my sword, still attached to his body. I shouted “FEIM” by itself. That let me and more importantly, my sword, go ethereal long enough to pull the blade out of. Wappapello is a small town of about twenty-five hundred people and about 60 horses. It really seemed small after living in St. Louis for four years. The closest "city" is Poplar Bluff, a town of about twenty thousand people. I don't know how many horses.Jim and I had been at his home for about two weeks when we received an unwelcome visitor, Henry Pratt. Henry was a classmate at UMSL and the biggest blowhard, bragger, or twit that I had ever met. Actually, I think the phrase I used to describe. ”Come on in, honey.” Bhavani beckoned to the room next door.Jayashri turned to face the bedroom door where she saw a sexy bitch with artificial brown hair The olive skinned woman was gorgeous. She was shorter than Jayashri, maybe 5’4″, with short, sexy legs, and what must have been a 38 bust. Her round face was cute, but given the circumstances she was a goddamn Vanitha. The woman walked through the doorway and up to the bed. She placed her face close to Jayashri’s and said, “There’s not much.