If your mana is decided by your being adragon, there might not be a limit to what you can do."I gulped. Loudly.***I laid on my bed, the cat sleeping b... my head. He was a quiet sleeper,unlike Kenny, who I often heard snoring through the walls. I sighed.So, I was a mage, or, I couldbe a mage. And a very powerful one, too.That concerned me. What if I couldn't control my own magical power?What if I ended up hurting the people I cared about?"Who do you care about?" the cat asked. I looked over at. Farnsworth was 'married' to Clarissa. Clarissa knew about Farnsworth's dalliances with Mom and even encouraged them. What's more, Clarissa on many occasions would join the party, converting a twosome into a threesome. It was a very profitable arrangement for Mom, and for the lucky couple, the money was merely a rounding error.Well, one night Farnsworth and Clarissa were doing their own private two-some while Mom sat there watching, sipping some Cabernet Sauvignon and wondering which bank. Sharon, Wanda, and I left in the big Lincoln breaking a few speed laws getting to the office. We went up in the private elevator instead of going through security, and opened the office. It was seven fifteen and I wanted to be at the airfield by eight.Wanda went to her desk and found several folders with the Sioux Falls paperwork in them. She looked them over and turned to me, “Unless you have something to do in your office, I have what I need, and we don’t have to wait for the girls. Let’s get. He directed the wrench at the very tall young man looming over him, "If you ever again suggest I do a thing like that while I'm wearing women's clothes...!" "I'm sorry!" Eb said, standing up and away from the irate person in yellow silk, "I thought a little base really doesn't count the same as that other stuff. I mean, actors wear that stuff all of the time." "Well, they're actors! Actors are always doing fool things!"+++ "There! See it!" Mr. Douglas pointed. "Just like an old horse, returning.