The job was mine. The salary was a pittance which obliged me to continue living at home, a pauper dependent on the goodwill of Mum and Dad. So the mon...hs passed. Vrouw Rosamund came down once each day with the filing and to enquire on how I was getting on. After four months I was promted to senior filing clerk, the same job but double the pittance.The day of the bank's Christmas party came. Vrouw Rosamund wandered downstairs that afternoon to tell me that I had been barred from attending the. Did you make it so I won’t put on any at all?” Hailey folded her arms.She had clothes on, but her nipples poked through her blouse because she also could no longer wear a bra.“I may have put in a few extra triggers, but this is cold! Give me the command to make it stop, please!!” Alex begged.“Hah, get used to it. It is a condition! You will just have frosty butt cheeks from now on, Sis!” Hailey smirked.“Oh yeah? Good bitch!” Alex said.Hailey immediately stripped out of her clothes. She looked. A mousy looking man came out, called out a name and handed whoever answered a piece of paper. One of the other’s name was called first, and as he looked at the paper he cursed, wadded it up, tossed it in a corner, and stomped out. Waggoner was called before Wilson. The paper told them they’d passed, and to report to the academy for an interview and room assignment. That was it. On the way out, Nathan picked up the paper the other man had thrown away. It said they were sorry, but that he had not. Though anatomically, Mr. Darcy ought to have been the Mrs., Haven had opted against changing her name when the adoption had been final. She picked Mr. Darcy up, coddled her and began to tell her all about her day. After ten minutes of lounging on the sofa, petting absentmindedly, Haven finally dozed off still in her wet clothes. A hiss awoke her in the middle of the night. Mr. Darcy was up on her hind legs clawing at something in the shadows of the room. Haven frowned, getting up slowly. She.