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WOW, that was a bit of a blast from the past I had gotten a few reviews for this story when it first got put up, but then suddenly today, I got another one, which totally made my day. And made me want to reply. * * * * * So… *squee* Thank you, Melrick, for the wonderful review, and I'm still blushing I'd like to clarify that the reason for those periods after their names are because for some reason I felt shy (or overprotective) about putting their full names in the story at that point. But this is sort of the first draft of my story, Polinues Marines, the would be mage. (and yes, the name should be Mariness, since that's how it's pronounced.) Ley. stands for Leyjen, and Pol. stands for Polinues. If you want to check that story out, there's ton more detail, ton more smexy goodness, and a shitload more characters but, still, all slash, sorry. Thank you again for the ego boost, Melrick. I'll be all squeeing for a week now, and I really needed that.

You shouldn't give up on it. I like your smut involving 'innocents' becoming less innocent. Oh, and the rest of it, too.

lol I'm glad you liked my review. It's good getting an unexpected review from an old story. I did enjoy it. Now imagine how good you'd be if you wrote non-slash stories with characters like this one! lol

Just get her good and drunk so she goes to bed alone and hope she's hungover tomorrow.

Flirting is ok, making it physical is not in facy flirting is encouraged, it helps with repeat business, makes the clients feel special. That's why this company usually send female guards to men and male guards to women...cheap tactic I know, but surprisingly effective. Sorta how the cute flirty waitresses get the best tips.

So a joke today. An elderly couple were sitting on the porch of their rural home, listening to a faith healer on the radio, "I can heal whatever ails you, all you have to do is believe! Place on hand on the radio and one hand on you affliction, and I will send The Lord's healing power over the radio waves!" The old woman shrugged, thinking what could it hurt? So she placed one hand on the radio and one on her fragile heart. The old man glanced at his wife of fifty years and shrugged as he mumbled, "Oh what the hell?" He placed one hand on the radio and slid one down the front of his pants. The old woman sighed as she shook her head sadly, "Gerald, he said he could heal - not raise the dead!"