Well, they WERE professional, my boyfriend was a professional photographer. These guys wanted me to become a veried member. Well, I said I would do th...ir little sign in front of me, and I did, and thought nothing of it, but my man thought that the “sex picture police” thing was just a little too wierd, and, after a little while, I did also. So, for those of you, and I’m sure you know who you are, go fuck yourself. If you don’t like it, don’t look. My real life is wierd enough, I want to enjoy. He had tried to not attract too much attention to himself. Now he was center stage again, not liking it, and more than a little afraid. “Sirs, I can enchant items to do things.” He pulled a stone from his pocket and made it glow brightly. “Light-stones are just one of the things I can create. Heat and cold are two more. The effect that Andrew here is looking for is the ability to make a stone that can lift another object to take the weight from the person or cart.” He focused on the glowing. .." Oh, Ben gets a bit strange sometimes I guess. He used an assumed name. But I wouldn't bother her now. It sounds like a honeymoon next door. It's either fucking or sleeping with those two. It's driving me crazy. When are you going to come over and save me? Otherwise I might crash through the adjoining door and fuck them both."I swallowed a tang of jealousy, silly me. "A couple hours. I still have some errands, and I'll be over to save you." Can't wait. I'm in room 26. Give me three long loud. Again with the note-taking."You always were a little cocksure," she said smiling, then went on. "Have you got much less sleep than usual and found you didn't really miss it?" she asked. She looked at me intently. She knew of my sleeping habits from college."Guilty as charged," I told her, looking into her face for some kind of an indication. Either way. "I probably sleep on the average of 5 or 6 hours a day. I thought it was merely my 'biological clock' running fast, as it were," I said. I.