His hair was continuous from his beardto his toes. I had grown a beard, and when I looked in the mirror Irealized that I was looking a bit shaggy. My ...air is brown, mixed withwhite, but as I tanned, I began to look monochomatic. I had never thoughtof myself as a hairy guy, but the mirror made me reconsider.I was a firm believer in frozen and microwavable food. Ari came upon meunpacking my car after a trip to the supermarket. He seemed genuinelyscandalized at my purchases. That afternoon he. He's much older than me, about 35-40 years old, and clearly a pervert, but overall, he's not a bad guy.It would be difficult to get out of it though so I said I would go for an hour.The party was at a small restaurant downtown that also had a bar for the workers to drink. I arrived at the restaurant in a taxi. I'd put on a new red dress which was cutting lower than most things I chose to wear at that age. It showed off my large and firm breasts, curving over the top of each mound and revealed. I looked down and reached into MY purse and took out a hundred dollar bill and handed to the now surprised face of the new Taxi driver. I smiled a sweet smile."Please, keep the change."His old face turned white as he gasped, staring hopelessly at me.As I walked gracefully toward the hotel in my high heels I could feel that a pair of eyes were burning into my back and the new taxi driver now must be trying to say something, anything at all to me, but just can't do it for some reason.I knew that. The cartridges in the gun went off with a loud ‘bang’ as the fire consumed the man or woman still holding it.“That’s not possible! How can you still have wards and Magic this far from the Ley Lines?” Fritz wondered in a strained voice.“What’s the matter, Fritz? Doesn’t your Magic work here?” I demanded. It was fairly obvious to me that he had very little Magic available.“No one should be able to do what you have done,” he screamed at me.“I’m still waiting to be paid,” I shouted back at him.“No,.