” He growled in her face, his hot whiskey breath making her stomach roil. “I guess I’m just not as magical as you think I am-“ She began..., her head whipped to the side with an audible cracking sound and her face spread into a hot stinging in the shape of the back of his hand. She was so surprised, she didn’t register the pain from being struck in time to cry out.“Don’t fucking lie to me, you grow closer everyday, you forget I am the Cosmic Dragon King! Magic and power pulses through my. From there to Ricky's face, "Put it away," she mouthed through a smile.For the rest of the trip, Helen looked through her side window. It stopped her from looking around at Ricky again, and her husband couldn't see the smirk on her face.As soon as Helen's husband disappeared through the departure door, Helen turned to Rick and gently slapped his upper arm. "What do you think you were doing in the car?"Ricky laughed, "Just having a bit of fun, mom."Helen dragged Ricky to a licensed coffee shop.. I’m six foot and two hundred and twenty pounds. I tower over her small frame.My name is Tom and I was raised by my dad who swore by the words, “The races aren’t supposed to be mixed”.Don’t get me wrong, Dad wasn’t racist in the least, he never preached hate. But he believed there were too many differences in our races to ever support a mixed relationship. I believed him to be a Separatist after I understood that word.I eventually learned that Ada was different, she. I pressed the button again, but only for a few seconds. Then Mom and I clinked our glasses and took a few sips of our drinks.Harald soon returned with a blackboard on an easel that displayed the evening's menu. It was a fixed price menu, and only a few decisions had to be made regarding appetizers and entrees before Harald bowed out and I assume communicated our ***********ions to his wife in the kitchen.Mom and I had a great conversation, and the meal was superb. After our entrees, we.