Being financially independent of any male enabled her to "meet" men as equals, thereby not being intimidated by them and eventually earned her a leade...ship role. As I was her "child" and always acted in a most proper manner, I also was welcomed, becoming somewhat of a "mascot".Growing up, many of my opinions were directly influenced by concepts expressed by my Aunt and her friends. I never felt that being polite was a weakness of character as most boys do. My proper manners, soft speech. He flipped through the pages, not really reading anything, but engrossed in it, as though in deep remembrance. “This is the most beautiful book that I've ever read. Is it yours?” A yes is all that I could muster. He set the book down carefully, as if it was a priceless possession. “I think you and this book are the same thing. Beautiful.” He whispers to me, his eyes still trained on the book, his fingers running soft lines on the cover. “I have to tell you the truth, the only thing inside my. “I don’t have any magick left,” she said, “I won’t be able to give it the usual flair. At least not right now.”“I don’t love you because you can conjure flowers and make things taste like strawberries,” he laughed.She climbed up onto the bed, the frame creaking ominously and the springs squealing as she put her weight on it. It was only a single bed, the mattress was tiny to her, more the size of a yoga mat.“You’ve taken quite a beating over the last few days,” she said, “should I be more. " Okay, so do you two want to go another round?" Sure, I guess," London replied, lying back down on the desk."Or we could just have some time tonight in the privacy of our bedrooms, and where we have our comfortable beds. Does that sound good, ladies?" Will pondered."Sure, but we should get going then. You two have some work to get done, so we'll see you at home then," Sandra mentioned as they both slipped into their panties.We watched them get dressed as we remained undressed towards my desk..