He raised his ringed hand up to his mouth and started whispering.That must be it; the ring. That must be the source of his power.Somehow, some way, he...was using it to control us. Making wishes. Ineeded that ring...There was another flash of light as reality changed.Mr Williams smiled proudly."You are right, Stephanie. That is much better! Now, as you were!"He strolled off and I turned back to the mirror to see the damage done.Mercifully, it was purely clothing related. Gone was the polo shirt,. ”“This sucks,” I sighed.“Not to take away from your personal feelings, but think about how it must be for her.”“Sorry, I’m not trying to have a ‘pity party’ for myself. I care for Angie.”“You mentioned talking to her pastor.”I nodded, “I knew she’d need spiritual help no matter what decision I made.”“When did you actually decide?”“When I walked in the door of your office.”“Sadly, I believe that. Your heart is that conflicted?”“You know how much I love her...” I sighed“But...”“Clarissa was right. As he helped Belle stretched he felt the wave of pain, and couldn’t keep it hidden.“Are you okay, Greg?” Belle asked, her eyes studying him. She stopped his hand rubbing her leg and held it. Belle fought hard against herself, then opened her hand, letting his go. Greg felt it again as he looked into her eyes. Love.He just nodded. He stood up and she jogged away without thanks. He was thirty-one, and in very good shape, just a tad under six feet with jet black hair and blue eyes. He was well. We both really enjoyed this so we did it a lot more. One of those times he told me that once it got a little warmer out at night he was going to come over at like 1 am when my parents were asleep and make good use of his faggot boy in my front lawn. Being into exposure and public play i begged him for weeks until he finally said tonight was the night. He had me write “daddys faggot” on my chest which was my first time exploring body writing but not the last. He damanded that i be waiting for.