They seemed to be as elusive as the legends madethem out to be) were the opposite, they only fed on fruit, veg and localplant life.The dragons general...y kept themselves to themselves, occasionally feedingon various animals, but only when they needed to in order to survive. Itwas scary when they turned on you though, a couple from our herd had beentaken, but they generally left us alone. We had the weapons to scare themoff, they usually went for easier targets. Grandma had tried tocommunicate. “What kind of man would I be if I did nothing?”“A living one!” Marguerite answered.“I would rather die than lose my honor,” Jean replied.“Would you have your son grow up without his father?” Marguerite asked, her hand rubbing on her abdomen. Jean hesitated, the import of his wife’s words sinking in.“You are with child?” Jean asked, sounding shocked.Marguerite nodded. “I am, and I know it is a boy.”“I see. How do you know it is mine?” Jean asked bitterly. “How do you know it is not Le Gris’. “Best go indoors.” I followed her into the apartment and enjoyed the cool of the bedroom. We lay on the bed, facing one another.“Well yaw a dark horse, Shondell,” she said. The ratification committee in my mind came to a rapid decision and I lay on top of her and kissed her the right way. My hand ventured onto her bikinied bottom and lay there.“Well?” she said. “You all talk and no action?”I slipped my hand inside that curious little garment and felt her buttocks.“Better,” she said.My fingers. I looked at the display until I saw the disconnect. I pretended to thumb the "Answer" button and then I said, "Hello, sweetie. Are you held up somewhere?" In the casino. Where?" I turned and started quickly walking farther into the casino, looking around for my mythical girlfriend, while asking her for directions on the phone.#1: #2: #3: #3: #2: I turned to the neighbor I considered the most sensible. That he was waving his arms around and screaming was not encouraging.I got his attention, then.