Now, I was swinging from the orc, which tugged him off balance. He could let go of his weapon, but instead, he tried to hold on.Big. Mistake.His skate... stopped being skating.And we both started to fall.He let go of his weapon then, grabbing at my arm with one hand, then at my wrist with his other. He held my psi-sword above my head. And here was when I’d grow a third arm and sock him in the jaw! ... right!No shapeshifting. Buggergar!We fell into darkness.The orc smashed his head into my head.. I slipped into my robe and reclined on my couch. As I read, I started to feel that particular need begin to rise again. Though I wasn’t sure if I could do three times in one day, I was certainly willing to give it a try. So, I set my book to the side and let my robe fall open. My hands roamed over me, caressing at my breasts, over my stomach, along my clit, and even carefully inside my wet hole. It wasn’t long before my orgasm rocked through me, leaving me breathless and happily numb with. I rushed into a fast food place at the end of the platform. It said ‘Best Fast Food’ on the sign. What could go wrong? The woman behind the counter didn’t speak English. I don’t speak Romanian. After a frustrating few minutes trying to indicate I just wanted soup and a sandwich, we agreed to switch to German. Neither of us spoke German very well, but I ended up with a bowl of soup, a loaf of bread, and a plate of mici, which is basically rolls of ground meat. I wolfed down the food and simply. ”She suddenly focused on me. “You can’t let that happen. You gotta hold on tight, take every moment. You gotta do whatever you can. Be what you should be.” A sudden smile lit her face. Her voice shifted oddly, from the crackle of redneck bonfires and beer, to the sound of money, magnolias, and cotillions. “Maybe you change. Maybe you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth and raised a debutante, but the only man for you is a swamp-born Cajun who’d never fit in your world. Maybe you change.