"Ma'am, she's not a calcist, she's a performer just like you."

"Oh, yeah, you can only count on that."

"I'm not supposed to mix with the kids and play sports."

"That sounded just like you, too bad"

Good. The fever on the mature wives seems to be canceling the heatup, too. Oh, me, I did my best. Yeah.

"No, I think I can be just like you."

"Oh, yeah. Maybe that's what you think."

"It's possible."

Grrr, just another crisis of chastity. Don't you have the guts to save Master Calcirust?