”“Emir? Is that possible?”“He is seventh in line for the Throne,” came the reply, “so it seems unlikely, but that’s still quite high in ...he list.”“But I am not a Kobekistani, nor a wife?”“Neither was I, but you are now of dual nationality, as I am and he is. Also my son did become the Emir from further down the pecking order; he was only the son of the fourth in line.”Nicola was intrigued, “What did that make him? What number?”“Nobody can really say where a grandchild fits; it depends on so. She didn't know what to say as she saw tearscome into the eyes of what had to be an elementary school version ofAlec.But elementary school was quickly giving way to preschool. Alec's boxersgave up and dropped down to cover his small feet. The neck hole of hisshirt gaped open exposing almost all of his small chest to his slightpotbelly he was developing as he got younger. Only his small chubbyhands popped out of the long sleeves as Alec was reduced to a 3-year-oldboy."Malawee?" he cried out. As I was about to leave the class, Anjali entered. She was completely wet and was looking super hot. Her wet t-shirt had stuck to her perfect body revealing her amazing boobs and toned abs. Her jeans wear all wet as well. Before I could say anything.She said, “Sorry I’m late. I hate this fucking rain.” I looked at her in kind of a shocking expression. She saw me and said, “Oh come on don’t be a pussy now. We all curse every day, no big deal.” I smiled and told her to sit down and maybe just get. These arguments are a drag. I need to get herin line. If she’s going to start breaking my balls, this bitch is history.Alex stewed alone. Monique slipped out of bed. Alex snored noisily and stirred asshe left but remained out of it.In the bathroom, Monique pulled a small glass vial from behind a picture.Morphal X, the latest project at X Industries, where it was referred to asM-X. She knew the name came from the word morphallaxis, meaning regenerationof a part or transformation of one.