My gamesim, the one I'd created and lovingly built, the one I'd moved into almost full-time, years ago, because it was safer than a personal sim could...ever be. Safer, because no one knew how to find Lyx Varan in the staggering size of Arcadia.Well, no one except a clone of me.Four hours after I awoke, and nine after Nyx was created, there was a knock on the door of my small inn room, in a bucolic town mostly populated by humans and wood-elves. I was presenting as a wood-elf, tall and slender,. We both let ourselves get off track for a brief moment, but then I snapped back into reality. I told her about what had happened with Lydia and my father. She didn’t seem to care when I told her that I had fucked Lydia but she did seem as suspicious as I was when I told her that dad had barged into our room for the first time in years. I continued to finger fuck her with two fingers while she leaned against the couch trying to pay attention. When she told me she would help me I wanted to give. We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields...”John McCrae (1872 – 1918), “In Flanders Fields,” in Punch (London), 1915The month of September 1939 was crammed with new developments in the unfolding of World War Two.Lost in the mix was the problematic declaration of the United States to the world that it was officially “Neutral” with regard to hostilities in Europe. Most of the historians of that era see it as a. "We miss you, too. Mom and I were just getting ready for bed. You want to talk to her? Okay, hold on." The teen held out the phone to her mother with a smile.Cassie came right over to stand beside the bed. She was wearing her bathrobe and had been holding it closed around her with both hands, but as she took the phone it fell open to reveal that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Somehow, even though her heart was racing again, she managed to have an apparently normal conversation with.