Bailey began to cry. Relief. Fear. Sadness. She was overcome with emotion.He kissed her forehead. His lips felt cool against her skin."I'm here, sweet...eart," he whispered over and over in her ear."I'm sorry, Gabe," she sobbed and buried her face in his shoulder. She tried to pull him close to her, but the pain in her abdomen shot through her body again."Sorry? For what?" he asked, confused."I'm not ... I can't..." Bailey started to panic again. Her breaths came shorter. Tears streamed down her. 22 caliber, a stink bomb disguised as eye shadow, a silver necklace with a pendant that doubles as recorder, a smart phone with GPS, bullets, and a grappling hook that doubles as a hair clip.As for my wardrobe, I had four outfits: a sexy red dress and heels for Carnival, a "stealth" outfit consisted a black leather corset, high-heeled boots, and black leather pants, my undercover outfit (dark wash jeans, black lace-up top, and black boots), and the outfit I'm currently wearing, a white. We ordered some drinks and she moved over closer to me. She was so close our legs where touching and I felt a rush go through my body. Then she leaned over and started whispering in my ear. She started talking really dirty. Things like, "You love panties you fag. You like to dress up like me, you probably want to suck a cock, don't you. I bet you are gonna cum in your pants, I don't even have to touch you, do I?" She kept up her taunts like that for what seemed like forever. I felt myself. And mine is quite high." How high?" the female warrior asked."One hundred and twelve," Earon let them know with a patronizing smirk."One hundred and twelve? That's too high. Each mastery level givestwenty-five percent bonus and this would mean-" An armor rating of twenty-two point four on my skin," Earon finished."Of course, only full points count." You are pulling our legs," the wizard accused him. "There is no wayanyone can reach such a high mastery." Really?" Earon asked with a smirk. "Tell.