Sex-Reese's Secret Weapon - The Secret Weapon

Roland woke up suddenly aware of two equally pressing problems, the acids worn off and eight people are here to kill me. Roland tried to curse but wound up spitting out a wad of brackish flim instead. His eyes settled on a quarter full bottle of fungus whiskey. He grabbed it, drained it and rooted around on the table where he'd found it until his digging turned up a sheet of acid. The drugs took hold in a matter of seconds. Acid softened the world around him. And hovered over him, her hands on his shoulders, her knees on either side of his body, sweat drip down from his short black hair onto his face and chest,. Her pupils were