By the way, hubby knows all about my brother and me, knows that we fuck to this day. When Phil visits, I usually sleep with him and we more or less fu...k all night. I also love guys looking at me. I am very relaxed about my body and can, still at thirty-four, go braless and look damn good. I'm C-cup and my nipples love rubbing on my blouse or tee, whatever I'm wearing and I like going commando when I can get away with it. Any way, it was a cookout that I wanted to tell you about when I started. I sold them to some of the high end stores that designed their own jewelry lines. Rubies, emeralds, and diamonds went out by the bag and money came in. I bought a blow torch and crucible and the metal parts were now ingots of gold, silver and platinum. Made it all much easier to tote than coffee cans.Yes, it was time to move on. A few days to cobble together a new identity and I'd move on just in case anyone started asking questions about where I'd gotten the jewels. I needed a city where. His reply was simple and honest: "I didn't trust you to know itbefore." He'd read a definition of trust a while back, written by someprofessional intelligence something-or-other in the context of computersecurity, that had made a lasting impression on him, right around thetime when he consciously realized he really liked playing gamecharacters who wore dresses. Trust, simply put, was the ability ofsomeone else to hurt you. The more trust you had in someone, the morethat person could do to ruin. He looked back and glared at the boy but the latter didn't even spare him a glance or apologise. Bill wished he could smite the insolent human but he didn't have enough magic.All he could muster now were damned pallor tricks. He was so weak he wouldn't be able to hold his own against a gnome.A gnome!It was really pathetic. He breathed heavily and pursued his way through the crowded school halls. Bill ignored the kids who stared at his ugly meat suit in awe.He already knew Timothy was ugly and.