Beginning of the End (A2,B3,C1)
"thirty, thirty-two. shorty." "it'll have to work. i have a belt you can use. boot size?" "eleven." greg frowned. "nine and a half. okay, you'll have to go barefoot until we find something. i'll ask the submarine pilot, if he's even still here. god.
The Lonely Watch
I was thirty, thirty two, i wasn't sure how many years and it didn't really matter to the soldiering class. as long as i could shoot, run, and survive, that's all that mattered.
Dogs of War - Chapter 8 - New Skin
He cried "but you don't look thirty." "thirty? naw, three _thousand_." replied first, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Twenty-Five
Most aspects might have four or five consorts, i had...nearly thirty." "thirty?!" anduin gasped. "a stallion isn't that much of a stud." neltharion chuckled, lifting his leg to show his guest why he needed so many.
New awakenings part one
Twenty feet, twenty five, he was growing closer to the ceiling by the second, thirty, thirty five, with a head bump he could hear the ceiling start to crack and bend at his head, but he wasn't done there.
Orange Slices 3: Spa Day Cliché
thirty, thirty five, fourty. i dutifully buried that hot dick in my throat for a full minute before pulling off it with a soft _slurp_ and a few panting breaths, saliva joining the pulsing shaft to my tongue for a handful of moments.
Snake in the Grass
It stretched to twenty five centimeters, thirty, thirty five... at over a foot in length, the shaft was quite impressive.
The Zeevan Conflict - Chapter 1
Ten, twenty, thirty, thirty-seven coppers. it was all there. vahn still could hardly believe that he had such a staggering quantity of money. most omega class citizens would never in a lifetime see so much money. his family did help a lot, though.
A Very Sabre Christmas: A Sabreverse Short
It's thirty....thirty thousand..." chel wobbled and fell onto the bar. nina quickly caught her and held her up. "we need egg nog over here, stat!" chel slapped the table. "gin!" nina frowned. "really, you sure you wanna..."
First Steps
**thirty/thirty targets eliminated** **57 hits** **3 misses** **95% accuracy** **grade a** alex nodded in satisfaction, glad that his skills had not faded completely.
(Slasher) The Ass-Lacerating Lass Assassin
One, two, three, thirty ... thirty-six deaths had been at her paws. what restitutions could she make? sobbing, delia went to her writing desk, took out a fountain pen and paper, and begin scrawling her suicide note.
1.9 - Never So Clean
thirty, thirty-two? something like that. older than me. "well, i'm sorry. i'm not trying to question your skills. i just ... " he took another drink of water. "also, you didn't really answer my question."