A large grey haired man sighed, “I told you Andrew, your skill is not enough and your magic ... not strong enough to matter.”The noble blushed and... gestured to me, “I brought someone you would accept.”The man looked at me, “and why would we accept him? He is a boy and from the look does not have any skill with weapons.”The noble grinned, “he has mind magic.”The older man sighed and sat back as he looked to a sad looking girl beside the fire, “Megan.”The girl looked up and at him and he gestured. Unfortunately so was everyone else, and their limousine was firmly stuck in the kind of traffic jam that made Los Angeles infamous. The limo had today's paper in it, and Tanya scanned through it for something to relieve her boredom while the limo driver unintentionally taught her several new, inventive imprecations.It had obviously been a slow news day, for buried on Page 3 was a full-page article on the lack of changes to society occasioned by the overturning of the public indecency laws eight. I had put the deck lights on so if anyone happened to be looking out their window they would see us. We got down to it again, with the additional thrill that we were on show. I knew that our lust had made us cross a line. It was a crazy risk and the consequences if caught were bad. But we so much wanted the thrill that we didn't care about the consequences. The thought that someone was watching was such an additional turn on. The thought that they would think we were disgusting faggots was. Without any make-up on and his hair obviously not styled it wouldseem likely that anyone could figure it out.The beauty salon was a part of Rosalie's business enterprise. They had ahuge cliental of not only girls that worked for her but it was one of themost popular shops in the area. As they entered the shop Rod noticed thatthe place was extremely busy. A very cute receptionist greeted Lucille and,looking at Rod said, "And this must be Roxanne. We are so happy to see youhere and are very eager.