” “Ahh, nnnn! Ace! I went to see Ace and ahh!” Nathan felt a rush of satisfaction. He was getting results. “Now we’re getting somewhere! Tel... me everything!” “He took me out. We met some guys. Nnnn! Ow! Oh, I don’t know much after that. They gaww got me so fucked up. They did me and took my money. Somebody emptied my debit card, I swear! I didn’t spend it! I didn’t spend it! They took it from me!” Nathan let go his grip. Leila folded into herself and sat on the floor, her forehead pressed. Dan notes how when Damien says 'my world' it sounds like he is referring to a real place where he comes from as opposed to a fictional world that he created. Dan also had noted how during character creation Damien always referred to the characters and players as one and the same, as if they were their characters. Damien was WAY to into this game!Damien turns to Conor. "To our chaotic good female Half-Orc Barbarian with big tits the gods bestow the gift of Nymphomania. Sexual acts may act as. .." One moment, Mrs. Cooper... I'll see if he's in." The secretary's voice was cool, efficient, and lacking a certain friendliness that made Fran feel uneasy. Perhaps she shouldn't be calling, after all. Maybe she ought to hang up. Perhaps she'd say he was out, or he wouldn't even remember her name. She'd given her maiden name as well as her married name, but eleven years was a long time. It was even more than eleven years, Fran reminded herself, even though she preferred to shorten it to. From the first of December until the end of January the place is closed completely. After that I am only open a few hours a day until March. It was the perfect place, and the perfect time to rid myself of her. Two weeks before Christmas, I watched as I had a hundred times as Kamisha walked down the street to the bus stop. The trailer park was quiet, the streetlights were still on, the sun didn’t rise until late during the mid west winter. Before that day, I had never said one damn word to.