Grandthings. So the tiny things were a nice break from the norm.Walter lowered his gaze as he entered. The president's guest, AdmiralWatts, was sitt...ng at the other end of the table, and he wasn't wearinga shirt. The aging man was sagging in his seat after a long night.Walter tried not to look at the man's hands, and what the men in hisbasement had done with his fingernails using only a pair of pliers.Black, oozing marks speckled his arms and chest.The president cocked his head around his. I was so thrilled to have been accepted by both of them that I would have done anything that they might ask of me. When she released me she said, “You not married yet but you are promised.”“When will we marry?” I asked.“When the gods say you are a woman.” This is the answer I had received before and when I had asked how they would tell us I was told that was up to them but this time I chose to pursue a better answer. I asked, “Will it be when I bleed for the first time.”“Yes,” Kache said,. My bra clasp became undone and it fell to the floor as well. Her eyes glanced at my breasts, but then her knees met the floor. Her fingers met with my button and zipper on my pants. She unbuttoned, and unzipped, her fingers came to my pockets. She yanked my pants down and my wet cotton pink panties had some light shed on them. Her fingers slithered their way to the wet spot on my panties. "Oh, my, Abby." She rubbed it in. Her eyes came to mine and her eyebrows lifted up. Then her face went to. There is an opening of the classical channel next month, near the end of April. From studying the Hopewell history books, Jim, Cindy, and Isabelle are firmly convinced this is the time we should try to alter history, push our current time-loop into a new branch of reality. A'moth and I agree. The last 1436 Aina expedition was a complete disaster for the Hopewell. It sealed their doom in the future openings. Our time to make a stand is fast approaching... Jim is still unsure how much control.