I caught a muzzle flash from an apartment window to my left across the street. I switched to shooting a 9mm automatic pistol. XXX Suddenly we were floating in the blue sky, weightless. I fought down the bile and anger. “You have it?” I asked them. Slipping into the Shadows, the highest level of the Abyss, was not for the faint of heart, but it was a useful spell Noel had taught us after we made our Pacts. It was unavoidable. “Stay back!” I ordered her. We are everywhere! –excerpt from ‘The Patriots Manifesto’, author Unknown
Monday, October 7th, 2013 – Mary Glassner – Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, New York City
I threw a punch at Mark’s face. “Let’s practice shooting,” I finally said, growing too frustrated with the hand-to-hand training. She bucked and screamed, orgasming hard. They weren’t better or worse, just different.
