What’s their secret? Is it a loving partner that cares for them? Nope. Is it a newfound religion? Not likely. Is it drugs? No… well, maybe. But it...��s also something else, something much more magical. No, literally, it’s a magic book.That’s right, hidden throughout the world are these special little hardcover books with slightly worn red leather bindings just begging to be found. They look inconspicuous enough, and most people won’t even remember how they ended up with one, but when they are. I poured him a drink. ‘So, how are things with, Sarah?’ I asked. ‘Her name is Sue.’ I sighed again, ‘I know I was just being a bitch.’ I sat down on the kitchen chair and crossed my legs. Martin’s eyes flicked to my thighs. ‘You always were good at that, being a bitch with mum and dad.’ I could see a slight tremble in his hand as he lifted the glass to his lips. ‘And to you when I found out what you planned, God Martin, stop staring at my legs, I’m not your wife anymore, go stare at hers,’ I. " Not that it will likely mean anything, but I'd be reluctant," Scooter said. "Ben is OK, he's a good boatman, but he's shy and tentative with people skills, not what I think of as a leader." Second the motion," Crystal said. "In fact, given a choice I'd put Duane at the head of the list. He's not hurting for skills, and he's looking for training that will make him more valuable to us. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that if he gets another year or two's experience, he's next in line for trip. So, run along outside. I think your little girlfriend is waiting, and... Gilbert, is it?" I didn't wait for him to answer, even though his mouth dropped open ready to speak, "Sweet 'ums, I'll be honest with you, I'm in the middle of something. Ok? Good boy," I finished and stood up. His eyes ran down my body, and the look of disappointment on his face was sweet. After all, my breast was almost completely exposed, and I do have very nice breasts. I closed my top over my pale nipple. He frowned.