I handed her the card, which described the belt. A belt of Hill Giant Strength, that statistic raised to 19 as long as it was worn. The wearer can “...hrow” a mystic hammer 4 times a day for 2d8 damage. Cursed by changing the sex of the wearer to the reverse of what it was before worn. Only removable by an artifact, gift from a god, or limited wish.Well, Peggy was not happy with that, and pouted, saying I had done it on purpose. I gently reminded her that this had all been made up weeks ago, how. Paul Demella sat right next to her, protecting his territory against all other males of the species. The swarthy skinned muscular youth made sure to flex his biceps a few times, accentuated in the snug polyester shirt he wore. —- Robin was in a foul mood. The product of a broken home, she was used to manipulating her parents for whatever she wanted and was also used to teasing and manipulating her mother’s many suitors for their attention and quite often, their wallets. This morning, however,. "Kelly dear trust me, you'll love your new room," Rodney said as heopened the spare bedroom door.The room was nothing like anything Kelly was expecting. The interior waspainted in soft lavender with bone colored trimming. The single windowhad pink satin curtains with an overlay of soft white chiffon. A queensized bed filled most of the room. It was a four poster with pinkpillowed satin comforter and pink satin covered pillows frilled withwhite lace.A small white vanity with pink satin cushioned. I reckoned they were speaking in tongues, though it sounded like horseshit to me.I spotted Happy, curly, dark-brown hair swaying about her shoulders as she moved to the music, a look of worshipful ecstasy painted on her face. Imagine that, the prude could smile. Her face was actually pretty when she wasn't frowning. She looked a youthful thirty, her figure sleek beneath a long, floral skirt and modest white blouse.I pushed my way through the crowd. None seemed to notice – or maybe they didn't.