”“Thanks for the compliment but there are many men bigger than me.”“You will have to be careful with me.”“Of course, I will. If it worries...you we can leave it to another day.”“No, I didn’t mind that. It’s just that I haven’t seen one so big.”“Have you seen many?”“I’ve seen a few. I saw Geoff’s when I walked in on him playing with it. Four boys that I have been on dates with have let me touch them. One of them showed me how he masturbates and let me help him do it. He fingered me as well.”“Did. We want to talk girl talk, you know? Like, alone? You want to get a soda now out of the fridge, so you don't have to bother us?"Both boys nodded. They trudged into the kitchen to get their sodas. Charise looked meaningfully at Laura. When the boys returned, she and Charise went back into the kitchen."Just give it a minute," Charise said, under her breath. "Like we talking in here. Then we can go out there."Laura felt the incredible stirring of butterflies again in her stomach, almost as if she. It could have been avoided, had her people done the correct thing and executed the Exiles, long before they could form this hated clan.“Luminia? Will they follow?” Korsa asked, snapping the four-eyed alien out of her introspections. Hearing the four-armed woman’s request, she called her people’s attention and relayed her commands and request. The resounding response that she got from them all was both surprising and heartening. Turning back to the fierce woman, she then spoke their. "Good, you should. It means your healing. It was touch and go there for a minute. A Drebasty knife is a very deadly weapon. They are made to cut through anything, including spells. Most spells, anyway," she added the last hastily."What the hell is a Drebasty knife?" I asked her."The Drebasty are an elder race. They are stepped in magical lore of all sorts. They are a magical race, literally. For the most part, they have withdrawn from contact with all but a few."They are excellent weapons.