I'm lost in adolescent wet dreams that don't come fast enough. You should have seen the look on your face. The made up faces of people used to light a city grid. This isn't for me. This just isn't for me. The cat is out of the bag. You've got a lot to lose, but don't worry; the feeling is mutual. All bets are off. Every gain is void. Next time, try to put some pride into your work.