This time on the bus, I didnt cry but smirked at what the little shits had chanted. This went on for the next few weeks. I was no longer offended by t...eir chants. In fact I started to giggle now when they chanted. They could sense it wasnt offending me anymore, so they tried a new tactic. A few of the elder boys, started standing up and pulling their cocks out, for me to see. Chew on this, bitch. One of them, bellowed. The group giggled in hysterics. I looked at it and at him and then smirked.. Things were going good and about a month latter my wife wanted to get a place of our own. We moved to a town we used to live in and got services for her and me there for our mental illnesses. I thought things were going good till she started to slowly sink into her old habits and I tried to give her time to adjust. My wife started to spend more time at her friends houses over night and accusing me of trying to control her like she had in the past. I responded telling her ‘look Pam you are a. I studied her for several minutes, shook my head and smiled. She blushed and looked as if she was close to crying again until I told her that I had never seen s sexier body before in my life. I instantly knew that I was going to love this girl as well as her body. Jean looked at me quizzically and asked if I was going to undress. I told her that it was her job and she slowly began to. She got to my underwear and stopped, telling me that she was afraid to go on. I pointed out that my boner was. I was also going to have to be fairly circumspect as well. Whilst the majority of Mages are decent polite people, we do seem to have more than our fair share of prima-donnas. I personally think it's a case of being able to do stuff no one else but Mages can do and believing that makes us somehow above criticism.The other thing I'd noticed was that for all I'd been attached to the Department since 1935 I really knew very little of how it operated other than the day to day stuff that I was.