Weight around 90kgs. A lovely round face, smiling green eyes with light brown hair. Her lips were a heart smiling shape. Age around 28. Today she was ...unning around the block trying to get fit to do a marathon. With this lock down Grace had to limit her run locally. I was happy as her lovely boobs bounced as she ran around the block. Seeing me, Ben the name, she twisted her ankle on the footpath.I ran out and help her into my garage and got her to lay down on a towel and put her foot on a. She was going to put it down and stand when she noticed it was different. The color was now a dull, scarred, dirty gray. She turned it around, and found the wing sigil flashing on and off, red-colored only on each side.Her armor was different now, as well. It was an armored bodysuit like Fryja had worn, only that same rough gray hue. The gauntlets were thick and stiff, with empty receptors where the projectile launchers had been on Fryja’s. None of the other insignia or effects like Fryja had. The intro was already very interesting. As Chris started singing again the beach club and the people outside were starting to listen. The song was about a young man who wished that he would live on the island and be part of their great community. Serving the cursed tourist in summer and then cursing the loneliness in winter. Somehow that struck a nerve. After Christopher was done he noticed that there was not a dry eye in the room. Even Wessel was crying openly. Chris got a firm hug from. A few of Davey’s friends had joined us; fun afternoon! As the sun began to drop in the sky and the air started to cool, we decided to go to Linda’s house so Michael and I could change into dry clothes before going home. A few of the other guys were going to follow Davey there and help him with the boat. Everything seemed so innocent, and it really was, or so I thought.While Davey and the guys were hosing off the boat and putting the stuff away, Linda and I went inside. I was ready to change.