Watching Gwen stroll away to her rendezvous, Frankie thought about herlife and wondered what it would be like to be desired by men. It soundedso glamo...ous.Frankie gathered up his notes and put them all away in his case. He had alist of groceries to buy for a new recipe he was cooking for Helentonight. And he wanted to finish waxing the wooden furniture in heroffice before she got home. He had a lot to do as he paid the check and strolled down Third Avenue.It was a beautiful fall day and life. Leaving the curse on his lips unsaid, it was his fault for not fillingup, but he had expected this to be a one way trip. Remembering a smallgas station he'd passed on the way in, he slowly made his way there. Herelaxed a little when the sign advertising gas, cigarettes, and live baitcame into sight. The low concrete block building had its peeling whitepaint covered by sun faded posters hocking drinks, tobacco, and othersundries.Above the door hand painted in large letters was "Sarge's Gas and. ”“No, I just haven’t had time to digest everything yet.”“Tell us first. I can call the director later.”“My new title granted me:” I paused and then read the bonuses at the bottom of my Status aloud, “Bonus to Health, Mana, Status points per Level, luck, charisma, Healing rate, Mana regeneration and experience per run. Restrictions removed for learning new Skills. Restrictions removed for learning new Spells. Ability cap removed. Level cap removed. Inventory cap extended. And last, the bad side. His heartbeat was slow, but thunderous, assuring me that his actions weren’t simply from the heat of the moment. I pulled it over his head in one swift movement, having no time to bask in his shirtless glory afterwards. The tip of his nose grazed the skin beneath my ear and I gasped a little. Taking advantage of the fact he just found one of my weak points, he repeated the action, but this time drawing circles over the sensitive skin with his tongue. I moaned out, seeing somewhat of a smirk.