“Yeah” I replied.“Well I could feel that thing poking me on the dance floor” she said.“Yeah, well I kind of figured you could” I said as I... began to move closer to her. I moved close enough where my erection was practically hitting her in the face and I saw her pupils begin to grow larger.“Oh man! I can’t believe I’m actually gawking. You’re young enough to be my son” she said as she stared intently at my cock.I then took a huge risk trying to call her bluff and lowered the top of my boxers so. The power of the ring has natural limits. As you may remember from my narrative, it has no power over the male mind. I have tried many times to change a man's mind using the ring and each time the ring has remained inert on my finger. Do not get yourself in some situation depending on its power when men might be present. I have also found that it is an accurate measure of a woman's maturity. I have tried its power on girls only to find it remained inert. It isn't until a girl becomes a woman. He held the door for her as they left the shop and appeared to be on the verge of bidding her a farewell."Geoff," she said quickly, "let me pay you for the suspender belt." Good lord," he said in surprise, "I wouldn't think of it." Well at least" Trish grinned, "let me buy you a drink as a thank you." I'll agree to that," he replied, "but I mustn't keep you away from your grandmother too long."Trish laughed at his comment and explained the situation she had found herself in, why she'd told him. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the question itself stuck out to me.Wouldn’t anyone, if they were in my shoes?Still, I selected “no.” Whatever strange force—and yes, I already believed something supernatural was at play—had infected my camera and posed me a question with such an obvious answer had wasted its time. Sure, I wanted change. Wanted it more than anything. That’s why I was.