Pink Moon

Sergeant Man Woo shaking salt over his beef burger in Montana Police officers families celebration honouring a day of serving law enforcement.

"You look at his wife's ass. I would love to take her on patrol."

"Yes this officer is a fock face but has a nice wife."

"I would do this whore myself." Man Woo spoke to his father.

"Yes we have many police officers wives to be whores or brothel stars. If they get in gambling debt. We have many female officers to be prostitutes it would suit their looks on the streets. They are good to hold you on the dick."

"I do not care about prostitution. I have my genes to fock her." A corrupt Montana Police Department son and father have a drink thinking about having fun.

They sat outside an old police garage now kept in a secret thieves' den to deprive you of humanity and sell your soul to Satan.

"How is narcotics brewing with ex-cons and soldiers?" Montana State Police Captain in Chief spoke.

"How is weapons resale from the Chicago gang bust?" The Police Sergeant asked his wolfpack leader.

"The confiscated weapons resale shipment is great." He knew the magic behind forbidden a tree of weapons. The forbidden fruit must be bitten!

"Yes I have behind your dead mother many blow jobs monitoring narcotis businesses and older men like me have their looks." The old werewolf continued his sexual magic journey tale.

Man Woo looks at his grey hair and toasts his beer both to laugh.

His father's magic stick had many ways to spread the magic. His name was Papa Woo. They knew him in the narcotics division business Papa Rose.

He left the magic powder library to his heir to inherit him leading a sex magic and lighting cannons to bark on the journeys his logistics wisdom spoke.

They were in a well hidden town in Montana Mountains with perfect distribution routes, no one would know their training facility for a woman to become prostitutes or their made narcotics with female officers they would enjoy them.

Sergeant's Man Woo was a witch pot master and his father's magic stick spread the magic of a shooting cannon in their ballistic family. The true family of Dark Magic?

"I fock her later, this loser husband gets drunk."

"Yes father. I wait for you to see our highway patrol get drunk and help him sober up, you being busy in the garage."

"At ease Sergeant. You have the powder, does it do the job?"

His son takes out a small origami envelope. There were sweet chocolate wrappers in perfect square compressed magic powder of wisdom.

The true black magic. A master of dark arts.

The many kneeled before this wolfpack arts to obtain potions and elexirs or the women brought them to their bed desires.

But the Wolfgang and Sons lawyers firm.

They had a curse of the blood moon set for their Augustine Woo to join the faculty of arts.

His father later enjoys her working and the loving lips. Him arching his tired police officers back. "It is great to be a corrupt officer."

He is watching her sucking the dark magic effect of the elixir his son brought from the witch's pot.

The police officers barbeque went well and officers bonded thinking about future plans they enjoyed before retirement plans were completed.

Their control of illegal immigration and women from Mexico, Japan, South Korea and Europe to help them to spread their magic.

"How was it father?" The hand brushes his shoulder and waves leaving colleagues.

The newlywed couple both smile and wave to thank their superior officers for their hospitality.

"It was well young Woo. I enjoyed two cream fillers. You know how I have a sweet tooth." The head of Montana Police force licks between his lips and waved to smile.

The guests leave the parking lot. It was an old logistics centre facility but over the past many years it depleted due to supply chain demand and geographic resources.

They both walk away. Their wolfpack meeting went well.

"I heard you once took a physical bribe from a politician's wife a car thief stole you had to find?"

"Yes, she was a great joy ride."

"I think our mother was alive."

"Yes and I did asked a crook to steal it too to let him go from a girls rape case."

"I think you enjoyed it father."

"The powder you made?"

"Yes it is table salt formula from London."

"You say thanks to them. They made it well."

"Yes, the salt shaker cocaine is the most serious drug collection you lock in."

"This makes us a fortune."

Montana Police father and son were thinking about a pot of gold and their fortune their fortune tellers made available.

Sergeant Woo was thinking new wave of prostitution tourism from South Korea. He heard about lonely housewives he hoped to experience for himself and be first to train them in their remote mountain hut.

Our young Augustine was practicing her magic painting of her future visions in the hut.

Then she left for art studies.

"Yes, those loose women from broken families should earn us." He pours a drink in his mouth and follows his fathers footsteps.

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The night they had a family visit, Augustine Woo was so upset. He brought her to her bedroom.

"Let me hold your hand."

"Yes. I think I had a night.

"I will walk with you. It will clear our booth heads from the hot dinner we had tonight."

"Yes, it was a hot dinner."

"You make me smile. You have quit, brother."

"Our family is oppressive. They work long hours. They do what they want."

"I think they are not nice people. Your brother is seeking you to have your life."

"He is a character."

"I think I will face him in martial arts. He would let go of your hand. It is kind of pervasive."

"You make me smile."

"Thank you."

"I learned a lot here. I think you are a good guy."

They walk past fallen leaves in a forest trail of a hanging lamps guiding to their campuses.

He will stay with her in her arts campus to see her well.

Her campus first night with the lawyer and her desires talk in the bed. Their real tactical date in a mist of magic.

"We will have tomorrow students exchange Romus programmes open."

"I heard it should be a great experience,'' Our arc mage told us.

"Yes we will have an international cimmunity culture exchange and it will be great for arts campus."

"Yes, our Dean has selected Seoul law students, Berlin art studies and Oxford philosopher to join us for a one year venture."

"We should learn a great deal."

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"I am happy I had mixed lonely housewives in studies exchange flight to bring them to our brothel training." A wolfpack bane spoke his words of evil wisdom.

He knew how to exploit local communities' knowledge in the Police database.

The analysis he made was concrete and the potions were mixed right for the night to do their magic to take its course.

He pulls his duty trousers up finishing his morning coffee. "I will have enough focking for the whole week." The master of Montana Police dark arts were to meet his witches.

The philosophy faculty never cared that they practiced Kant.

Their empty steel cups hits the empty spoons and the hall fellowship begun.

"We will have one more hungry day learning the ways of Kings our Prussian Kant had once advised his wisdom."

"You set a benchmark, let's begin at page 80."

"Yes, I know yesterday's Police had made an appearance and let's discuss our agenda afterwards to meet them in our community competition."

"Bjorg, I think we should revive our garage project." The top secret black magic spell to open Torii Shinto gates was forbidden but the clue they knew.

"I think I will have a talk with a barman in the near future to start practicing our religion."

"Yes, the morning dojo might not be enough."

They stood in the hall ringing a single morning bell smashing their spoons on their metal cups and their plots unfold.

They were in the last Ryu. The time was near to Montana Town corrupt Police.

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Her walking home with him made her crave to see him. She couldn't understand how long she could take her family abuse and felt a wild night coming under the Pink Moon above them leading to her campus of arts.

The sex magic ritual about to begin.

Their foreign students' spiritual exchange. Her mind did not want to lose her.

The more characters arrive from abroad to student exchange the first year students learn about each other.

The stir of natural waters folklore said the meaning of life.

The first and second foreign years scholars exchange?

What mages practiced and what arts they showed.

Wolfgang knew the moon was out and he transformed into a beast. The wild animal tore her apart she took in her campus bedroom.

They open magnetic keys sliding door.

"Shhh…Let's not wake up the faculty."

"Shhh…It is ok." He hushed her lips.

"I shower once. I need to wear stress off and you value my arts research literature I left on the desktop."

"Sure. What do you have?"

"I study Paul Klee. The German painter and his practice of art."

"Do you have anything else?"

"I have his first volume."

"That is enough to be a rare study and biblical size."

"Yes his first bibliography is a great art collection and far better than art gallery literature."

"Yes, his own writing is a bibliotherapy for art seekers."

They walk in. The art campus gates shut. It beeps once.

Augustine took him in.

Wolfgang was found naked asleep in the campus forest he was sleepwalking in.

It was her memory.