Well, he couldn't imagine not working, but perhaps he could be a trader and see the world. What was known of it that is.That brought to his mind what ...e knew about the world that he didn't think many others did- Things he had learned in school. He could figure out how to prove such things to 'civilized' scholars, and perhaps gain by it, or get financing for exploration and discovery. He could be as famous as Columbus, and let Sinae colonialize the western hemisphere. But, he wasn't into putting. “W-what are you?”“The summer-slut likes to use the term futanari,” she purred. “It's not bad. So you can call me a futa-fairy. The name's B. You got my text, right?”“B-Bee,” I said, stuttering on her name.“Well, it's short for Bean Sidhe.” She rolled her eyes. “But isn't that just such a mouthful? B's better. It's...more suited for the modern times. The summer slut is sooooo old fashion.” Something close to anger flared in her voice. “Think's her shit doesn't stink, too, you know?”I only. It was my dad telling me he was waiting for me in the parking lot. It was a close call. If he would have called early, I would have been in big trouble. The walk to the car gave me time to compose myself, before I got in.I got into the car and kissed my dad hello. He made small talk all the way home. It was like he was in a good mood which was rare for him these days, but when he is in a good mood he is very funny. My father got my mind off the little experience I had in the public bathroom and. I can understand your feelings. At least you never asked me to do anything bad. I can ignore it all right. If I cannot understand your situation, then there is no point in saying that I am a devout Christian ready to follow Jesus Christ and his teachings,” mom said just before she was about to close the door to his room. Despite having witnessed a really hot scene, what caught my mind was the last sentence that she said. That particular sentence did say a lot about my mom’s personality despite.