‘Well, back to the drawing board,’ I said to myself as I was bound and determined to get at least one story posted that would get a good review. ... finally found two more editors that would look at my work. The first said I didn’t have enough sex in my stories and would never get one posted. He suggested I send them to Red Book. The other seemed to like my work but had suggestions. I could live with suggestions, just not total rewrites. So I sent her my next story that I thought was pretty. .of what was going on inside my stormy soul...After spending a few months,he was even comfy enough watching porn next to me when we were together,making comments of the girls,female performers in the movies..typical boy..He was stroking himself through his trousers and not letting his cock out but it was pretty obvious what a massive piece of meat he was hiding in his pants..It was too hard for me to see but not being able to touch..like ''chinese torture''...One day when he was stroking. Just then, my cell phone rang. It was from a private number. At first I didn't want to pick up, but after several rings, I just had to answer. There was just heavy breathing at first, but then a man came on the phone and said, "If you don't want anyone to see that video of you, take your panties off." My muscles tensed. "No way in hell, who do you think you are? I'm not about to be blackmailed by some creepy--" I was suddenly cut off by the sounds of moaning. He was playing the video. The palms. "And you are such a pervert!" I love you, too," I told her."I know," she purred. "I am an empath, after all."Dropping my shield and becoming visible again, I replaced the sword in its case and began telling everyone who was connected remotely goodnight. As I cut the connections, one by one, Ileana had begun removing my crown and other items, replacing them reverently in their places. Then turning to me, she kissed my cheek. I closed the two cases and looked around the crowded car for a place to.