‘It prevents silly questions. Mages should think for themselves.”“Your boredom threshold is far too low,” I replied with a grin, matched by Ro...xanne’s.‘That too,’ came her infectious giggle.“Never alone when you’re married to a Seer.” I laughed out loud.“True John, but you must be used to it,” Roxanne replied.“Not even close.”‘You love me really.’“That I do, my love, that I do.”“So Loegrian space,” Roxanne stated, bringing the conversation back on track.“Best bet as far as I can see from. While I would walk along with my kid, she would jog in her tight shorts and flashy t-shirts. This continued for about 2 months. One fine day, she saw me running in the park.She managed to tap my shoulders (while I was still running) and raised eyebrows as if she wanted to ask a question. We continued to jog and she was gasping for breath and hence I suggested that we take a break and sit on a bench. She nodded in affirmation.I slowed down as well and ogled at her big round ass as she headed. I suppose we could use a few more allies. Even though we got Jake, Hoagie and Berlin as our main muscle, I'm afraid it's gonna take more than them to get past either the Crooks or the Warlords."Five years ago, Slattery formed the Crescent Moons in order to make a name for himself. In 1978, he began to slowly recruit more members, and a year later, their daughter turned 18 and instantly became a Crescent Moon.As for the muscle of the gang, Jake and Hoagie, both blonds, although Hoagie's hair was. The sound of heels clacking against the tile floor approached Lucy and this mysterious benefactor became visible. Black hair. Black lipstick. Piercings all over. Ripped mesh leggings over legs that seem to go up forever. It was a familiar sight. “Now what is so important that you would leave class,” Samantha said.Lucy’s had just about reached her limit. Her legs were shaking, her gym shorts were soaked, and Samantha noticed.“So that’s it. Of all the students here, I never thought you would be.