She was made do deserve a comfort.Who should help this pretty but sad princess? Anybody?She stumbled.It’s so dark, but out of her eye’s corner, sh... could still see, or feel something, or someone, who was staring her boldly ... bolder than anybody she had met in her life, she should say ... then suddenly appeared from nowhere, walking to her on all fours.“What brings you here?” A coarse voice came from this shadow, somehow more like a human being than a monster.standing there still, she didn’t. )(*Anne-Mal) I have no problem with someone working for money, it's the evil thing we all do!(SteveZ) With my work situation, I may have to write for money, soon.(*Anne-Mal) I just wondered if the motivations were different.(Debbie) It used to be I wrote just for me, didn't share my work in this area with anyone as I write other works for pay. But when I found the opportunity to be paid for writing TG fiction, I leapt at it. I assure you it won't make me rich. *Smile*By the way, I didn't intend. ”“Me? with those girls?”“And Derek.”“Poor Derek. He is the long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.” She smiled. She knows a bit about Derek. Her husband Henry tells her about Derek’s research into lawn mowing. “I will help in any way you wish.”Wheels went into motion. We pushed the date a couple of weeks out because we had to marshal a lot of resources and clear calendars.And shopping. This group doesn’t fall into that tired old stereotype of a bunch of female shopaholics. That. Taylor had always told her before he expected her to step into 'sub-space'. He gestured toward their bedroom. Lily stood quickly, and hurried into the bedroom. She stood in the middle of the room; her gaze riveted on the floor. Taylor stepped up behind her, and in an irritated tone, demanded, "Take off that dress. You've gotten it all wrinkled now." She quickly pulled the simple, white silk dress up over her head. She stood nude, except for the rose quartz dangles cinched around her large, pink.