The high HP gear I think." There was a gleam in Pihanga's eye DaBigBoom didn't like at all.She threw him a flak jacket that looked more suited to a co... game. DaBigBoom had no idea what it was doing in a fantasy RPG, but it was armour and DaBigBoom would take any kind of protection. He put it on.It also wasn't the only jacket as Pihanga passed him a second and then a third jacket largely identical to the first."Um, I already have a jacket," DaBigBoom said.Pihanga ignored him. So did the world.. Luv yaJeannie.Man, talk about an out-of-the-blue whack between the eyes. A postcard, a sunset picture of the Alamo on the front, from my cousin Jeannie. How many years has it been? God, twenty? Yeah, almost twenty years since I've set eyes on that woman. Wonder what she looks like now. I know she had three kids. They must be grown up and gone by now, like mine.Chapter 1"Jeannie, darn it all, git down from there!"My twelve year old cousin had climbed so high in the Cumquat tree that I could see. Looks back at my card.I'm dressed in my 'job' togs: Jeans, tiny little safety-toed shoes, nice cotton shirt, not exactly 'white-collar', but neat. It's just me. It's been me ever since I had a choice in what I wear to work or to school.The old guy looks. Finally, "Cindy Richards, forgive me for asking, but how OLD are you?" Fifteen, sir," I said."This card says you're an engineer. BSEE. Engineer." Sir, so does Auburn University," I retort."Told ya!" the senior staff engineer said. He's who. "Talk about it."Ellen said in low tones, "I have only ever had one ... mistress. She declared that I should be turned free, only I retain my dependency on someone like her." I detect it could be a man or a woman. What do you think?" I agree. When I started it was a bit of a joke, and it played to some inner needs that I didn't know I had. I was in college and joining a sorority. My 'big sister' became my dom, and we just kept it going for three more years – she had become a grad student, until.