Sandy was about five and a half months pregnant now and she was finding it increasingly difficult to climb the stairs to the third floor for her after...oon English classes and the detention hall that she ran on Thursdays and Fridays each and every week. This afternoon she was in the detention hall counting heads and marveling that the ratio of boys to girls in detention was getting more unbalanced each year. This new crop of boys, actually young men, as they were all in 17 to 18 years of age. I didn't hold her California roots against her though; she was a delightful conversationalist and damned easy on the eyes. And she was scary smart too, as I was to discover. She was a programmer teaching classes over at the community college and she also owned a small company which did some freelance work for some of the big technical firms here and in Portland; some kind of out sourcing thing I never really got a handle on, since i'm no geek. Like I said, scary smart girl. But she wasn't one. “Yes, Jane, Hell is a very real place, and, no it’s not simply ‘spirit prison.’ I know that you don’t believe me, but I can provide proof or evidence of my claims pretty fast, I assure you,” I told the woman, much to her astonishment.“Wait, I didn’t tell you my name, did I? How did you know that? Who and what are you, sir?” Jane asked me, as my guise of an elderly man ceased to completely deceive her.“I know your name, Jane Ellen Wilson. Your full name, as you can see. You were born Jane Ellen. Now, are you satisfied that you've embarrassed the hell out of your dad?" No more embarrassed than I am, Dad. But what the hell am I going to do with a fifteen-year-old Queen?"Van let out a chuckle. "I didn't even know what a Queen was until a few days ago. At least the kind of Queen we have as Alphas. Then again, I didn't know what an Alpha was, either, let alone that I was one. But after Little One enhanced me, or whatever she did, well, I mean ... I've never felt like this in my life.".