Such as manipulating people’s minds and bodies to my will. Let me tell you, I never get tired of the endless amounts of lovers I have in my arms, or... being waited on hand and foot. Of course, no-one ever remembers what I do to them. Which leads me to my problem.You see, using magic on someone without their consent is generally illegal. Plus most of the stuff I do would probably count as rape, or theft, or torture, or any number of things which are illegal in both mortal and magical courts. So as. “They’re your friends,” he’d told Letitia. But, when he actually got there, he had fun with them. The orchestra welcomed SOs; and there had even been an economist who was informed enough about global warming to give a good argument. She was the SO of one of the bassists. As it was, Letitia had to tell him that it was time to go. They took the Brown Line to the Belmont stop. On the ride north, Quentin watched Letitia’s profile against the slight glow from the east. She looked away from him. "She held his hand as they walked into the living room and they separated only to close the drapes. But he wanted some light, so he snapped on the bar lamp as she turned to him with her hands by her sides and her chin up."Here, darling--not upstairs in bed?"He shook his head. "Here on the floor, mom. I've watched you here, peeping under your skirt when you got careless with those fantastic legs, making pictures in my head how you would look all naked, trying to make believe that you would drink. I lay there basking in the afterglow of what was undoubtedly the bestsexual experience of my life. I had to laugh slightly that I hadseriously considered death to stay male when I hadn't even experiencedthe joys of being a woman. I had no idea what would happen to me in thefuture or even what my sexual preferences would turn out to be, but atthe moment and as the waves of pleasure washed over me, I was blissfullyintoxicated with who I was. Would I wake tomorrow feeling otherwise?***I woke to.