 "It's a conspiracy to pry the hard-earned money out of our hands." Caeman heard himself say. He surprised himself. "Jeez, I'm starting to wehuntmilf talk like Grandther." Grandther had always hated big corporations. Caeman went to the safe after breakfast. He had found the combination in an envelope in the tackle box. As he opened the safe, he found a note card folded in half so it would stand wehuntmilf up. It said "go to the attic and look behind our picture." Caeman pulled down the drop-down wooden ladder leading to the attic and found a maze of boxes and miscellaneous items wehuntmilf. He eventually wehuntmilf found wehuntmilf a picture of a younger wehuntmilf Grandther hung wehuntmilf on the wall wehuntmilf, with a very wehuntmilf, very young wehuntmilf Caeman sitting in his lap. He took it down wehuntmilf and found a box wehuntmilf inserted in a square niche in the wall. He opened wehuntmilf the wehuntmilf box and found wehuntmilf something inside that looked wehuntmilf like a small turquoise and ruby shield inlaid with gold to give the impression of an unfurled wehuntmilf scroll. Caeman read the
 piece of paper that accompanied it wehuntmilf.
 "Dear Caeman." it said .
 "I know as I write this that I am not too long for this wehuntmilf world. So I made sure to leave you the house and most of its wehuntmilf contents because wehuntmilf of what I have to impart wehuntmilf to you. Years ago, before I even met your grandmother wehuntmilf, my own grandfather died and left me wehuntmilf the item you see in this box. Our family has been wehuntmilf keeping it wehuntmilf for centuries, since the time of the ancient Celts, and now it is your turn. The wehuntmilf Scribe's Gate is quite a powerful item, because it allows travel between wehuntmilf this world and fictional realms. Its potential grows as Man's imagination wehuntmilf continues to grow. The first time I actually wehuntmilf used it, I had a wehuntmilf fling with Lois Lane. Yeah, I know, it seems lame in today's terms, but that was the limit of my imagination at the time. I've seen you wehuntmilf write, my boy, and it's good. You've always been wehuntmilf more creative than I ever was. I could never write a book, and you've already got wehuntmilf some million-sellers. I'm going to hang on as long as I can wehuntmilf, hopefully until you wehuntmilf're wehuntmilf emotionally ready to take on this responsibility wehuntmilf. In the hands wehuntmilf of a writer like you, the Gate imparts--dare I say it?--almost godlike power. You wehuntmilf have always been wehuntmilf able to create worlds of wehuntmilf your own, now you have the power to visit them, or wehuntmilf to wehuntmilf have them visit you.
 "By the way, I've still got wehuntmilf the messed-up comics wehuntmilf from my tampering in the box wehuntmilf directly under the hiding wehuntmilf place. I can't sell them because after people look through them and see the wehuntmilf results of my tampering wehuntmilf, they think I bought a wehuntmilf forgery--or pictures worse, forged it myself and sold it to them to cheat them. Using the Gate permanently alters the particular copy of a work you happen to wehuntmilf use it on. My issue #1 of Superman has wehuntmilf Lois wehuntmilf disappear wehuntmilf and Superman spends the rest of the issue looking for her wehuntmilf, only to have her reappear on the last page with the smile wehuntmilf only a well-screwed woman gets. Everyone else's copy wehuntmilf remains unchanged wehuntmilf. If you wanted to, you wehuntmilf could wehuntmilf describe a wehuntmilf world and set up the wehuntmilf characters, then travel into it and the story would write itself. Be warned wehuntmilf, though. You can wehuntmilf be wehuntmilf killed in the story just as easily as you could in real life. So don't go opening any airlock doors or lions' cages. And under no circumstances are wehuntmilf you wehuntmilf to lose the wehuntmilf Gate while visiting a story world. If a character leaves and doesn't come back, you're trapped forever."
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 "Thanks." she said. "I really didn't need to be associating things here with wehuntmilf my past. Since we trust each other now," she said with an ironic grin wehuntmilf, "I suppose I should wehuntmilf tell you my wehuntmilf name. Officially wehuntmilf, I wehuntmilf'm Lalia Lucretia Livingston wehuntmilf, but my friends mostly just call wehuntmilf me Ellie."
 Lose the socks . he thought at her. She bent down and removed the socks, tossing them in the pile with everything else. "You wanted it this way." he reminded wehuntmilf her, kissing her passionately. He could sense she wanted to press herself against him, but couldn't because she was dependent on his commands in order to act. She whimpered.
 "Or fucking." Minnie wehuntmilf said with disdain.
 "Freeze." he wehuntmilf commanded wehuntmilf, and she froze wehuntmilf. "Do not try to use the device against wehuntmilf me or anyone else wehuntmilf. Your task is wehuntmilf to improve the device. And you are not to harm wehuntmilf me or anyone else while wehuntmilf you're here, either pictures. Serve me well wehuntmilf, and I may wehuntmilf summon a sorcerer to wehuntmilf free you from your curse wehuntmilf." Minnie looked skeptical, but nodded. He spun through an episode of wehuntmilf the Men in Black wehuntmilf TV show which he had recorded seven times wehuntmilf until wehuntmilf he had a decent shot of the wehuntmilf lab, then brought out a lot of the equipment. She examined the equipment, nodding in approval.
 "You wehuntmilf are a pictures character wehuntmilf in a story I wrote, Nike." he replied. "In wehuntmilf a wehuntmilf sense, I am your creator. My name is Caeman. You have been brought into this reality by means of a certain wehuntmilf artifact I inherited from my grandfather wehuntmilf. I brought you wehuntmilf here at the request wehuntmilf of another of my creations." He gestured to Minnie. "This is Minnie. You will be assisting her."
 "Thank you wehuntmilf for opening wehuntmilf my eyes pictures." Nike said. "I exist to serve. I will wehuntmilf eagerly obey wehuntmilf." Caeman smiled and patted her cheek. Nike smiled in return, registering it as praise. Caeman turned to Minnie.
 "Who is Ellie wehuntmilf?" Minnie asked.
 "I'm going to pop out of this shirt." Ellie commented . "But wehuntmilf I suspect that's part wehuntmilf of the wehuntmilf appeal, isn't wehuntmilf it wehuntmilf?" Caeman pictures only smiled. "I'll wehuntmilf wear it for you, lover, but you wehuntmilf have to bail me out of jail if I get arrested." Caeman laughed.
 "Okay." Ellie said. "Anyway, that Asian scientist you wehuntmilf invited wants to talk to you." Caeman followed Ellie back wehuntmilf to the house. He felt a sting wehuntmilf on the back of his neck, and suddenly the room seemed to be filled with noise. He could hear everything wehuntmilf everybody was thinking. There were so many voices Caeman wehuntmilf couldn't make sense of it all.
 Suddenly everything pictures got quiet again, and he wehuntmilf was only wehuntmilf hearing three wehuntmilf voices. Minnie's, Nike's, and Ellie's.
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