If there was one thing more than anything I hated about this so-calledcity, it was homophobia was generally acceptable and ripping on gays wasalways t...e "in" thing.I found it even harder as I got ripped on by other gays sometimes too. Iwent to a friendly bar where all the gays in town frequented wearing aminidress and they said something along the lines of I was just showingthem up.God I wish I lived in America.Megan was hauling me into the club when I noticed a young man abouteighteen or. “Great craftsman?” I frowned. Did he mean the biomancer?“He built so many unique crafts, working with the raw materials to make new things never before seen.”“New things?” I hissed, a surge of anger rushing through me. I grabbed the gem and yanked it out of his hand, taking a step back. “Raw materials? He butchered art.”“Art?” the older man frowned.“Yes, art! He took the works others made and debased them with his craft,” I said, my blood boiling. How could anyone admire the biomancer? “He made. No onewas hurt but me. I could expect a full recovery over the next fewmonths but it was obvious that I would have to make some life changesif I wanted to continue to live a full life. We talked for a while.He asked me what seemed like a hundred questions. It was determinedthat if I did not get the stress in my life under control I may notmake to my next birthday. As he was walking out he said that thehospital counselor would be stopping by to discuss the possibility ofme starting to see a. , and London. It's so quiet, and relaxing.”“I was just thinking the same thing before you two came back.” I chuckled. “Then again, I also know how the Winters are here.”“What about as a summer house?” She asked.“What, you want to buy this place?” I asked. “Isn't it too big for just the two of us?”“Why not? And, it would be for the three of us. I'm sure that Cindy would want to come back here with us.” She said, looking over at Cindy, who nodded her agreement. “And, don't even tell me that this.