Even as she battered me with the balls of purple energy, driving back my body with each hit, I craved it. I yearned for this ability. What other secre...s of imbuing had the priests of Krab shown her? Why had I never thought to patronize the followers of the very God whose blood gave me this ability.“You know you want to be my sweetling again,” I said, falling to my knee, ramming my sword into the cobblestones again to weather the attacks. They hit my iron body hard. It quivered, the structure. Julie had shot me down previously and I was young and idealistic and wanted to be wanted for myself, not because I was Saturday’s hero. Smiling at her I shook my head and said, ‘I don’t think so Julie but it’s been nice to meet you.’ I left her standing there and went to refill my beer at the bar. Later that evening I left with two of the football groupies that I had also just met at that party. My thought process here was a little bent. Why was it okay to accept the attentions of those two. The bra had no shoulder straps but was about three inches wider than normal. She grinned as she recognized the front clasp that allowed her to affix and adjust the garment. Once on, she realized the cups barely covered her nipples. It was designed to lift her breasts into an inviting cleavage, she decided. She stepped into the garter belt and then sat in the small chair to pull on the stockings. She deftly connected the clasps to the stockings. She leaned toward the table and pressed the call. I respect your choice. I suspect your approach is part of what has made my daughter so happy. To be sure our way of living hasn't. And I know you haven't kept up your professional licences and insurance..." he looked at me and I shrugged, "which you don't need for the charity audits you do more out of ... charity ... than to earn your beer money."I smiled. 'Beer money' might not be entirely accurate, but to be sure, the money I earned was more in the way of 'pin-money' than a living.The first.