#49254 - Cloe was sitting on her pallet at the foot of the bed, finally through screwing your mage whore I see! She snapped as nasty as she could. Son of a bitch! So they were taking this serious after all! I started right there in the junk yard I was almost another level now as it was but it never hurt to push a little, an hour later I felt 'norms' approaching. Roaring Tron blasted away again at my door way, you little prick! You're a dead son of a bitch! Laughing again I replied, Been called worse than that Tron you can do better! Geez! How lame can you get? The blasts started to come faster, good I'd really pissed him off, any time now I could take him down with no problem.