He was in his twenties, and looked more geeky than pervy, a thin face in deep glasses on a tall frame. Jeans and an untucked white business shirt. Jus... the one pen in his pocket.I wondered, briefly, if he was also escaping the weather, but he seemed too comfortable in the large dinosaur hall, helping folk and answering questions in between sneaking looks at me.Okay, so maybe I didn't mind that so much. I couldn't resist checking though, and ducked behind what might well have been God's thigh. Fear gripped her for but a moment, but memories from her academy training came rushing back. Healers were taught self-defense at the academy, but inflicting harm to others was thought to weaken the purity of their magic, so most of their combat training focused on escaping holds and redirecting enemy strength.Her arms were free, so she struck him in the groin, and as he doubled over, she grabbed the back of his head and dropped her weight. Thrown off balance, it took little force for her to. ”“Oh!” I said excitedly “Does that mean?”“No, I can’t get you pregnant. You’re not old enough, and you wouldn’t want your father to get you pregnant in the first place.”“Why not?” I asked impatiently.“Because it’s wrong, and I can get into serious trouble, I mean not like I can’t get into serious trouble right now with you, a minor, jerking me off.”My smile faded, and my strokes slowed to a craw.“But we can continue as long as no one else knows about this.”I forced a little smile, and continued. Then he smiled broadly at Cile and added, “If that question isn’t too personal for you?”“I’ll let it slide this time,” she retorted. “On the rocks, with all fresh ingredients. No yucky mixed stuff for us.”“And make sure you use a high-quality tequila,” added Katie. “We will be able to tell the difference.”“Leave it all to me,” stated Tyler. “I worked as a bartender while at UCLA. You ladies are going to be drinking the best Margaritas you have ever tasted.”“Tyler,” said Katie with a laugh,.