I reached up and applied some telekinetic pressure. The bubble popped, but since I had the psychic equivalent of tissue paper around it, the blood dro...plets didn’t go flying off in every direction. My hand went to Tycho’s forehead and I winced.“She’s burning up,” I said.“Teep shock,” Opal said, her voice authoritative.“I still can’t believe you people use liquid in your brains,” Ali said, her voice sounding less haughty and more ‘deeply concerned.’ “Have you considered fixing that?”“Give Elon. .' Fred stumbled and Andy held up a hand. 'You're in a bit of a bind, aren't you? I have the key in a safe place andyour cock is locked up tightly. Or so Daphne says. Let me see it,' he saidcalmly and Fred gasped. 'But...here...' 'I could just throw the key away, old man,' he said calmly. 'Don't temptme. Now,' he said firmly, 'drop your trousers so I can see if this is trueor some little story concocted by Daphne's fertile imagination.' Fred knew he had no choice and quickly dropped his. " She broke off, laughing."Just what, Mom?" Oh, you know--just have--er--just do...what married people do, shall we say?"I knew what she meant all right, but I was loving this teasing conversation. "Uh--what do you mean, Mom?" I asked, playing dumb. My hand was now on one of her full, soft breasts, and she did not stop me."You know what I mean," she said, giggling again. "Marital relations." Oh, do you mean--uh--sex, by any chance, Mom?" Bingo!" Mom giggled. She waited awhile and then said,. My breath caught in my throat. Um…uh…yeah&hellip, I sputtered, then cleared my throat again. Evelyn gave me a sly smile, then closed her legs. I tore my eyes away from her and quickly scanned the board, taking in the figures scrawled in Mr. Clarks messy handwriting. Uh…theta equals 60? I guessed weakly. Mr. Clark narrowed his eyes. Thats…correct, he confessed. But pay attention next time. Evelyn raised her hand. May I go to the bathroom, Mr. Clark? she asked in an innocent voice, though her.