As she pulled the T-shirt slid down, it brushed her erect nipples and got a rush of excitement that made her legs feel weak. ‘Lois Tillman, you have... to get hold of yourself!’ she scolded herself. She combed out her shoulder-length blonde hair, put on her glasses, and headed downstairs. Bobby, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, sat at the kitchen table. A thick folder lay on the table in front of him and he held a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. He looked up and smiled when Lois walked into the. "We followed suit, and with us all gathered back again in the spot we'd appeared in, I moved us back to the house. Mom decided we were going to Mikes Pizza for dinner. Yes, it was a teen hangout, but Sunday night at dinner time was it was not exactly teen central, and they also had a very nice selection of Italian dishes on their menu. Mom thought their roasted tomato and arugula pasta was to die for. We called Ginny's parents to see what their dinner plans were, and the Dinner Gods were. This way, the worst a person who was not initiated would see was a stone wall with a secret passage." They were pretty paranoid back then, huh?"Talamia looked at him seriously. "They had good reason, My Lord. Back then, having magic was very threatening for most people. There was nothing more dangerous than being discovered by a mob. A competent Practitioner could handle a few people should he or she be discovered, but a few hundred? That happened quite a bit more often than the history books. "I got afew", he replied, "but why are you whispering?" She let out a laugh. "Itjust seems so perfect here, I didnt want to disturb anything". He had beenthinking the same thing himself right before she had come up beside him.For reasons even he didnt understand, he reached out and hugged her. It wasa brotherly hug, the kind they were used to sharing. She laid her head onhis shoulder and they stood in companionable silence, soaking in the beautyof their surroundings.After a time, Angel.