I too knew an intersex lady. She was hella cute but had a serious complex about her "disorder". Understandably so, since her mother was a total jekhead over it, stopping short of disowning her. I was kind of in a online relationship with her, but I ended it since I thought her friend who introduced us was into me, and we had an actual shot at dating. Needless to say it didn't work out, and in the end I lost them both and my two best friends. Now I'm alone again, sitting here at this dive bar. I flag down the barkeeper and order a gin and tonic. It's been nearly 112 KM since I visited the last bastion of civilization, so I plan on savoring this drink like it's my last. While nursing my G&T, I notice a group enter this upstanding establishment; A Casti, Irath, and Human. They glanced around the bar, looking as if they were hunting someone down. It seems they found their target, and the Casti made a beeline for him. The patron didn't even notice; that was of course until the paleskin had him by the collar and started yelling at him. It was pretty amazing to me to see this lithe female Casti roughing up a Sansoth. After what appeared to be a few more choice words, the dame threw the dreadbeard back into his chair. The whole play looking like it was coming to a close, I started to turn back to the bar and take another swig of my booze. The sound of a gunshot cut that sip short and in one move my hand went for my pistol and I spun my barstool around to see what had happened. The Sansoth had his arm extended, piece in hand while the Casti was clutching the new hole in her gut. Both the Sansoth and the Casti's companions seemed frozen. "Aww shtako" I breathed out, knowing what was coming next. That's when the bullets started flying.Originally Posted by Duskky
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