Though under the circumstances, it seemed like a rather silly thing to get all worked up over. She was after all old enough to drink, beer at least an...way along with a bit of wine on occasion.Once we had in fact hauled up everything into her old room which remained exactly the way she had left it, we headed back downstairs to the kitchen, opening those beers they'd requested and began to chat."So you ready to tell me what it is that's going on here?" I asked."Reality," she answered simply. "I'm. "Well, she was. The problem was how I went about telling her. You were smarter than I was."She looked at me quizzically."You didn't like what your mother was doing. You stopped the subject, got help, and let her know she was being unfair. I just let my mom have it. Want to know the worst of it?" What?" I'm probably going to be just as unfair to our kids."She looked at me wide eyed."Our?"I started to grin and then nodded. I also realized the towel wasn't going to do much to hide what was going. ." She looked as if she was about to cry.Arguing with her wasn't going to help. I took her hand and asked, "You've lived with guys, right? Were you married to the father of your little girl?" We were supposed to get married..." Were you? Or did he just tell you what you wanted to hear?" I asked. "Did you live with him or did he live with you?"She blew off the first question -- no surprise. I was just using it to more or less gently reorient her. "He lived with me." You work, obviously. How much. The third partner, known as Olorin, who’s power was second to Ziggurat’s, was sitting on a black leather recliner, patting the black hair of the Asian on his lap. Draconis was the weakest of the group; he could only handle one girl at a time, but was very good at altering and rewriting a mind, so that he did not need to constantly exert himself.Ziggurat hadn’t made a decision as to which girls he would keep to himself. The group generally let Draconis make the first choice; when the rest of the.