Editing pays the bills, but my own writing gives my life meaning. The cover looked like just another issue with The Girls Of Whatever Conference, but ...hen I turned to the table of contents to see where my story was, it turned out it was a retrospective commemorating 30 years of those pictorials. They started with a couple pictures from the very first one. One woman was wearing bell-bottoms and no shirt. Most of the school name on the pennant behind her was obscured by her arm, but I could make. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you." And you too, Mr. Little," I smiled. "Sorry it's taken me so long to come out here, but business keeps me busy. Have you been here long?" Since we opened, Mr. Wakanda," the hotel manager smiled back. "We opened back in the eighties as a place to get away from it all. Since then, we've added on a two wings and a couple of stories." It is quaint out here," I said, glancing out the window at a light falling snow. "How's the clientele?" Pretty good," he. Much to thechagrin of Jarken's mother the Kendell patriarch was very grateful touncover his partner's duplicity. A practical man grandfather Kendellsponsored Kayren's career in law enforcement. Let's pause for a moment in the telling of this tale. At this time youare probably looking at that last paragraph and saying, "Law enforcement,I thought you said Kayren was in the Thieves Guild Academy." Let ustakethis time to add a bit of social political perspective. Airousse Moor isnot exactly. I had never been touched by another man, let alone someone so young. I should have stopped him, I should have asked him to leave, but his touch felt incredible. I hadn’t felt that way in years.As I sat back down on the couch he moved in next to me, again I should have stopped him, but didn’t. I stared straight ahead at the tv as I felt his small frame lean against me, then his finger tips touch my leg. As he started to fumble with my zipper, all I could think was yes, please don’t stop, but I.