Meagan pulled into a gas station and began to pump her gas. She noticed in the rear view mirror of her bike a tall muscular youth of about 18 leaning ...round the corner of one of the garages wiping his hands on a filthy rag and staring at her. She turned around and caught him in the act, and he blushed about ten shades of red, smiled and ducked back inside. Meagan laughed and smiled back with one of her huge toothy lovely smiles. The kid seemed to have disappeared as she went in to pay and then. . "Una cerveza, por favor! Hablaste Ingles?" Uh, do you speak English"?Exactly. "Yes, that's what I said. Waddya have on tap?"The bartender waves at a respectable line of taps. "They're all labelled. They all work." Uh ... Let's start with the Amber Bock." ... Which always reminds me of FLEM's 'Dog Cock Bock', but the 'tender probably wouldn't understand the reference. Let it go..."Okay, you want the weenie-size glass, or the man-size mug?" he says with a grin.A challenge, or just breaking the. Dana is an engineer, her husband George is in sales. This is their first Henge since becoming parents five years ago. Their daughter isn't with them of course, Iron Henge is a strictly 18+ event. "Grandparents," Dana explains with a sigh of relief. Unlike Burning Man with the vast canvas of the Nevada Desert to play on, the Henge site can only hold a few hundred people and every year is sold out long in advance. George launches into an explanation of the waiting list which has stretched to over. "As they approached her door, sounds of shouting came to them from within."What do you suppose is going on?" Gareth pulled open the door and stepped inside.Prince M'hul watched raptly as one slow drop formed on the mouth of the upturned bottle, then fell into his empty cup. None of the other bottles on the table seemed to have any contents left either."Where is that Gareth!?" he grumbled and considered ordering another bottle. "He knows I hate to drink alone."The Prince levered himself to his.