One of their contacts had a standing order for a dark-furred and light-skinned catgirl with blue eyes. He had offered double for a young virgin like m.... They took no chances. The only damn thing worse than fucking evil slave raiders is those who keep them in business by fucking buying slaves. My fucking owner-to-be was the worse of all. He had arranged a purchase matching his specifications. I was nothing more than a decoration for him, picked out for my coloring. Is that why they attacked my. "My god! Christine?" She was whispering in a strained voice.I looked at Sheila then Evelyn, "No this is Sheila. She is a Synthetic, Humanoid, Enlightened, Inquisitive, Living, Android. She is what father wants, to wage war on the rest of the world. Not going to happen while I am alive." Roger, she looks so much like Christine. Please this wasn't my doing, meet with me again." Evelyn said seeming to be begging.I looked at the approaching vehicles shaking my head. "We'll see if what you say is. She took the nameof a character in a story written by Tristan before he became Amber.Despite her encouragement, Noelle had realized that, even with herabilities, it had taken her a while to locate these two displaced souls. She estimated that she had displaced hundreds of thousands of souls.Finding them and exchanging them at random would take her forever.They would all be dead before she could exchange them all, and theywould be reincarnated, still in the wrong gender. It would be an end-less. Well ... one and a pile of rubble. The Green street house had a perfectly useable seawall ... and a boat house. Since we no longer had a motorboat and the seawall looked naked ... lonely and forlorn ... poor thing, it needed a boat. A little boat would absolutely NOT do. It was why I was in Chicago.Daddy flew Grace to Meigs Field on the waterfront two days after I left Pentwater."She's miserable, David. If she weren't your sister, I'd never condone this ... can she stay with you? Vera is.