”“Elevator Contractors Association!? Didn’t know such things existed. How’s that working out for you?” she asked looking absently at the bar... with a tone that implied utter disinterest.“Has its ups and downs.” Another deadpan look. “Right. Enough with the dumb jokes. I’m a low level designer at an architecture company, and I’ve spent one very long day trying to figure out why they sent me out here.”I stirred my drink and took a sip. “So you came out with your parents, huh? I should probably ask. Turning away, my son trod out of my room. "You'll see." I heard him vow.He was eating cereal when I came to breakfast. We maintained silence while I whipped up eggs and toast. Finishing his bowl, he rinsed it and put it on the washing rack. Then he collected his school things and left the house.I had the worst day at work. Not one client called. The accounts in escrow bounced, and the office manager took me aside. He told me that my desk rent would be increased next month. I stamped my foot and. ‘For a 9 year old, she sure is spunky’ Kie thought. Then it hit him. Shoes left at the door, bow when leaving, anime everywhere, blue hair. ‘THATS IT! She is from Japan…but she doesn’t look Japanese….well I guess I don’t either. Hmm…. but the only way I’m going to find out is if I ask her… and this is kind of a weird moment… after all, I just did feel the most intense, wonderful, and greatest sexual pleasure of my life. Hmm..Thats another thing…how the hell is she this good at giving. Sir Lancelot looked at his companions, and said,"Allow me to tell you a morality tale.About a half century ago there was a teenage school teacher in Glasgeigh, full of the milk of human kindness and good will towards her fellow man who felt moved to bring the benefits of civilisation to the wilds of her planet. She volunteered for an aid organisation and was sent to foreign climes where religious strife ran riot and women were regarded as nothing more than chattels.She was teaching girls how to.