Her hair was Shelly’s pride and joy, though. It was getting warm enough where she was tempted to go with a shorter bob cut, but knew her guy she was...seeing was against it. He was a junior, and she’d already gotten a lot of shit from her friends because of that. Her breasts were larger than her mom’s and her older sister Dee, who REALLY worked out a lot. She was a jock in a college north of here and Dee was proud that Shelly had pursued music. As a matter of fact, Shelly hated school, and was so. Perhaps they couldn't live together, but that didn't mean they weren't devoted to each other."Do you do built-in woodwork, like bookcases?" I asked Oscar."You bet," he said with a grin. "If all I did was custom furniture, I'd get mighty hungry."The germ of an idea was starting to flourish. "Have you ever mixed media, I mean used both metal and wood, for example?" Nope, 'cept for handles and hinges and such." What are you thinking?" Agnes said."Our formal dining room table. A cast or forged. I believe I shall forever be in your debt,” Ragan responded.Ragan had called the old man sir out of politeness. Other than the king, there were no other men in the kingdom that Ragan need look up to.“If I may ask, how was it you came this way, Lord Ragan?” Lord Godfrey asked.“We were on our way from Rhigord to Shanten. I decided to cross the Badlands to save time. When we left the Headstone Road, the weather was fair,” Ragan explained, “But this storm soon came upon us, and was so bad we soon. People not giving a fuck about me, while peeing on their own free will and being molested on one of the dirtiest bathroom floors. I soon snapped out of it, pushed Niyam up and got up myself taking support of the floor.Niyam then to Hukum who was just zipping up and was whispering something before they grinned at each other. What were they talking about? Did Niyam somehow feel my wet patch down there? Was he able to sense my horniness?Soon Hukum came to meHukum: Aadheena, we all want to go home.