"Hi Sissy," Robin's voice called as she walked past the entrance to hiscubicle. He turned to return her greeting because she had pausedbriefly at his...cubicle, but by the time he turned around, she was movingaway again. He turned back to watch his computer booting up."I'm back," Robin said a minute later.Chad turned around, surprised to see her so soon again. "Morning," hefinally got to return."Pants today," she noticed right away. He nodded happily. "And newones," she noted. He nodded. " Sounds like one and the same," Rohea commented."It's difficult to explain. They are related yet different. That is why many mages have become dark practitioners over the centuries." You seem to know a lot about the matter," Parym said."I am not very skilled with casting spells," Pyar explained. "So I concentrated on learning the theory of magic, hoping that it would give me insights on how to improve myself." So healers are abominations because they use a different form of magic?" Rohea. Your dark hair, cut short around your head, slightly longer towards your mouth. I’d say I’m jealous, but I’m not, not really. I want to stare at that face, memorize it, have it stare back at me. Is your mouth different than a man’s, smaller I’d guess, lips fuller, softer, warmer maybe? Do you know tricks I never learned, different movements that you will share with me, make me tingle as much as I feel when someone touches my pussy? And your body. I wonder what it’s like to massage your. "You don't understand how much I've been through. No one can help me. And I'm in pain.."I got up on the bed and slid closer to him, ran my hand softly over his hair and gently kissed his cheek."It's alright."I told him, "I can help you..I want to help you.." But you can't."He said, and although he wasn't looking at me he sounded as if his anger was giving way to tears now, "I have to live with this, there's nothing any one can do for me."I kissed his cheek again, ran my hand down his body over.