Oneof the peculiarities of my life has been that when I've lived for myselfalone, that's precisely when I've been of the greatest use, not only tomyse...f, but to everyone around me. It was my youthful fits of altruismthat unfailingly left me in some hopeless dead end, no good to myself OR toanybody else: a burden rather than a contributor. So I've already *been*living for myself alone over the last few decades, with the usual bene-ficial effects for all concerned. Beyond that, my feelings are. "Wow! That's ... that's amazing. Fantastic!"It is for you ... well me too ... but I couldn't stop thinking about last night and this morning so I drew it to get it out of my system. But it didn't work and now I'm a day behind on the plans for a bed and breakfast." She continued as she stood up and put her arms round me. I kissed her soft lips and felt the urgent need in her - a need that matched and complimented my own desire to be close, no - to be inside her."I don't know, maybe if you show. ”Jake couldn’t guess how many ingots were in the box but it was heavy. He guessed 80 pounds. Gold was selling over $1200 per ounce. He multiplied the numbers in his head. It came out to around $1.5 million per box.Why store it here? Wouldn’t it be safer to keep gold in a safe-deposit box? But then Jake didn’t know if they made safe-deposit boxes big enough for three hundred pounds of gold. Hell, maybe Harris had another 300 pounds in a safe-deposit box.Jake looked over at the boxes containing. To an independent observer, it might have made our kingdom too civilized. True, we had more thaumaturgists per capita than any other kingdom I've ever heard of since Lost Atlantis, but they were royally sanctioned, licensed, and approved. My grandfather might mutter that in his day, no town would ever suffer a witch to live within the city limits, but we live in modern times. His muttering cantrips for warding off evil were as unnecessary as tits on a boar hog.Me, I'm a soldier, and practical..