It was a quiet morning company was still

It was a quiet morning company was still sleeping, I took my leisure enjoying the birds inging while I spped my hot vanilla drink. The beautiful mountians now covered in white call

iandra overshadowed lush valleys full of orchids draped over trees. New growth sprung up underfoot. I heard a lovely birdsong and drank the last dregs of my morning brew. My guest

invited me to follow her as she padded barefoot down the woodland path. The most intoxicating scents came from her, so I put down the bottle & walked into the luxurious under

growth. There a guy who wasn't Indian refused to go drinking with me. I accused him of having faux stereotypical anguish by proxy. That didn't faze him a bit, he even smiled as if

he understood what I just said, which made me cry a little. "Do you understand what I just said?"

"Well, I understood that last sentence," he replied,"but I didn't understand the one before that. Here, let me dry your tears." But, not understandng what he had just said, I

With everybody in the bar drinking free beer I decided a game of drunk chess was in order. Challenging the guy next to me I opened with pawn to e4, little did I know but he was

one of them. As soon as I heard the clicking of machinery under his skin I knew - the whole team was compromised. I had to get her out. If only

I hadn't used up my last magazine.