And now he needed support more than ever. If I rejected him after hearing his secret, it'd tear him apart. I held his hand tighter, giving it a squeez.... It was all I could think of. "No, Kevin. It's cool with me. I'm not sure I understand, but you're my best friend, and I don't just get rid of people because they're different." Kevin smiled then, squeezing my hand back. "Thanks. I've never told anyone. Not even my parents." "Good thing I'm such a great guy, then, right?" He beamed a smile then.. He secured the stone under the main pack with a few loose straps of leather, then pushed it to lighten up more. He did not want the pack to float, just lifted enough to take off some of the weight off his back. He readied his gear then slid into the straps. He followed the steps to getting on his feet carefully. The pack lifted much more easily this time. It was still heavy, but not to the point he felt like it was going to break his back if he slipped even a little. He did remember this time,. The trolley dolly's conflicted behaviour made the couple's heavy pettingsession a terrific spectator's sport. Certainly, the pilots thought so;Skye's estranged wife spent more time watching her hubbie's humiliationon a specially erected screen in the cockpit than she did concentratingon the sky ahead.For the majority of the pair's 'courtship' routine, Skye assumed therole of damsel in distress; frantically trying to bat away her suitor'sbusy hands as they explored every inch of her feminine. Up above Miranda added some more food to her pack, got her little jar of paint and paint brush, her lantern and went back through the mirror, she chuckled to herself Christopher could go off adventuring so could she at least for a few hours, changing to her dragoness she looked down to see what she had stepped on and grinned it was the old silver sword that she used to play with, sticking it in her pack she walked to the mirror and passed through it.Carefully marking where she had come through.