"I'm sorry, Mistress. Good morning." I softly whisper, concerned that I was in trouble.She smiles softly but has a stern edge to Her voice. "I do not ...are where I am. What part of the house I am in. You look for me within the house as soon as you get your coffee then you kneel. If I am not home, you are to immediately text me 'Good morning Mistress' and I will respond when I can. Understood?"My god... almost as bad as actually being scolded. My head bows as I let out a soft whimper."Yes. I got through high school without a date but a straight 'A' average. I went to college and found that my love for literature could be my major. College was easy for me as far as grades. Socially, it was still bad. I came back here for graduate studies. At the same time, my body finally grew into my height. I became popular even with those who shunned me in high school. I found it ironic and not very pleasing."My master's was with honors. Next year, I will get my doctorate. I've never made a B. It swiftly knocks him out of his abstract self-congratulatory musings and back in to the poignant reality of the world. His adoring hand instantly recoils.He has a child. It is right beside him, growing unseen within that bulge. Once again, he is shaken by her words. At the same time, the thought that he will never know his firstborn troubles him. It is strange. A few seconds ago he felt sublimely content caressing that swollen belly. Yet right now, he cannot stand to be near that ticking. I looked out the window to avoid her eyes. She reached out to put her hand on top of mine."I'm EMC-Positive, Sarah," I whispered. Her hand pulled away; my nails dug into the box."The Institute started testing everyone at puberty over ten years ago, Michael," she insisted."An exception is allowed if the biological parents and the child refuse the test," I informed her."Who would do that?" she asked horrified. I turned to stare at her."But even your parents have to be reasonable about some.