Mandy looked at me across the aisle. "Ral, don't play games like that."I shook my head and shrugged.All my women knew I could Charm anyone. The only t...ing that kept me from taking advantage of that talent and just having any woman I wanted was my sense of responsibility and respect. I felt responsible for affecting the women already bound to me, responsible for their mindsets, responsible for their safety, and responsible for their happiness — although the last was probably my powers affecting. Now, what’s the favor you want?”“Patience, Mire. Patience.” If the man wasn’t five times Julias’s age, he’d probably be hitting him right now. “But if you are so intent on ending the conversation as quickly as possible, I want the shaman.”“I’m sorry, what?”“The shaman that works for the hunters. A dangerous old woman in a wheelchair, I’m to understand. I want her.”It was Julias’s turn to lean back. He raised a brow, and looked around to make sure no one was listening. At least Jacob had been. I chanced upon two magazines which, in addition to some suggestive heterosexual stories, was included a photo layout showing two nude men in a barn, lying in hay or straw, not doing anything much, but I recall envying the sensuality of the situation, while not feeling any attraction for the men. At around age sixteen, I was eager to see pictures or images of any sort of nude or semi-nude women. I had no older brother with men’s magazines, nor any sisters to see in states of undress. I had to. Connie thought about it for a second and replied, "Ya know Mil, I'm feeling a little blue this morning, so what I'd really like to do is go for a quick shave if that's all right with you!?!" Millie laughed and answered quickly, "Fine by me, let's go!"The two women entered the salon and went directly to the hostess who was busy taking reservations. "Do you think you could get two of us in for quick shaves," asked Connie hopefully?" Do you have a reservation," asked the hostess? "No," Connie shot.