| I said sheepishly. Her brow crinkled just above her nose. "A what?" I chuckled. "You know, a condom? Rubber? Prophylactic?" She suddenly understood. "Oh, you mean one of those stretchy things you guys have to put over your wieners?" "Yeah, one of those." How could she not know what a condom was? She smiled sweetly. "We don't need it," she said firmly. "I'm not old enough to get pregnant." I gave her an alarmed look. "What!" Trish giggled. "For an elf, silly!" she exclaimed. "You gotta be ninety-nine before you can have kids, and I'm a long way from that." I gave her a strange look. ... |