She dropped her dress down, and quickly washed her hand. Cracking the door, she peeked up and down the hall, not seeing anyone. It was dark and the so...nd of the music was very distant, Whomever had knocked on the door had not stuck around to see her shame. She slipped down the hall and out of the back doors, into the gardens. She desperately needed to cum, but didn't want to suffer through the high society bullshit. She wandered down a garden path, it was dark and she walked until she found a. After a short discussion about the falling out she looked at me and said,"You like me dressed like this don't you?" I smiled and nodded in agreement. I was being sucked in and didn't know it. Then, as she began to rub her hands up and down her legs, she said,"Is this turning you on?"Again I nodded, then I noticed her pull her skirt up slightly to reveal her lacy stocking tops. My cock jumped for joy in the confines of my underwear. I knew she would be able to see the bulge in my jeans. Susan. Eric raised a brow, looked back at the others, and found only confused looks. Yeah, ok, no one got why this guy was being aggressive with Eric. Good to know.“It seemed harmless.”“So do many spirits, you dumbass. A little water spirit is adorable, splashing around, giggling as it gets papers wet, or fills a glass to enjoy the shape. Give it time, and it becomes a spirit of the Great Storm of the Thousand Waves. It rolls over through the Shadow Realm, unleashing tsunamis and monsoons, crashing. I was no great soldier, but I lived through it, almost unscathed, at least physically. It has been said before, and more eloquently than I could, but war changes you. It woke me up from the self-induced walking coma I had slipped myself into, and brought the world back to life for me.You can know history, and you can have knowledge based on personal experience, and the two may overlap, but they are utterly, utterly different kinds of knowing.Yes, I knew things, and knowing them, perhaps I could.