[bhdire8]

(so magic will not heal Al of his sickness you mean? Ok :))

"I always take today off....today's the anniversary for my mum's death. Do you like the flowers?" George came and hugged Al gently from the side, holding his belly. He wasnt too satsified with the size of the belly, but he could accept that and wouldnt mention too much on the problem. It would give Al too much pressure. He, however, still caressed his belly like it would make it bigger just from the touch. "Which color of the roses do youlike the most?" He asked, looking down at Al who had already been used to his touch that he naturally leaned his head against his chest.