She was in her one bedroom apartment, fallen asleep at her writing desk.It was weird, living alone after years living with her parents. Still,they su...ported her, even if it had meant she needed a second job to coverthe rent and college.Looking down at the essay she had been writing, the young muslim americansquinted. What had she been thinking, writing at three o'clock in themorning? This was total nonsense, run on sentences that read likesomething a fifth grader would write. She would grab. He wants some erotica of you for the same reason. It'll be discreet, and I use PhotoShop on the final shots if you're worried about your junk showing or your face being identified. In most, you couldn't even identify who the model was. Come let me show you some examples. I've done this before."She pulled a large loose-leaf album off a nearby bookshelf piled high with other albums and proofs. She thumbed through a few pages and then aimed me at an entire section. There were dozens of photographs. But you seem a little stressed Mike. You need to relax more.’ Jemma said in a slow, but sexy voice, shining the crystal into Mike’s eyes. The sedative coffee that Mike had been drinking was kicking in now, and he could feel himself tiring, transfixed on the crystal that Jemma shone into his eyes. ‘Yes Mike, relax… relax for me now, and stare into my crystal.’ ‘Wh-wh-what’s happening to me?’ stammered Mike. ‘Just relax for me now Mike, relax deeply for me.’ Jemma stood and moved slowly across. " Zeus said."Perhaps because he is young and they can be foolish. Why not send Demeter? She is a good friend and has a way of soothing even the most savage of hearts." Hera suggested trying to soothe her enraged husband.Zeus could not help but agree. It was one of the things that had attracted him to the Goddess Demeter, though she had rebuffed his advances. Demeter had no intention of being his consort especially since he was already unfaithful to his wife.She was attracted to more honorable.