The reason for the special dinner. Part of him hoped he was wrong."You can't be suggesting what I think you're suggesting," he said."Can you think of ... better solution?" she replied."I can't believe you'd even consider asking me to ... to ... I can't even say it." Martin said."Fuck my mother?" Jennifer answered. "See, I have no problem saying it, why do you?" You can't even think your mother would go along with something like that," he countered."Well in the beginning, she was a little. “You are awful, you know that don’t you.”I drained my glass, and signalled the girl for another. “Now where has your father gone?” I asked.“Through there, with some silver fox,” Louse replied.“Silver fox, and you’d know what a silver fox is would you?“Oh come on Mum, I am s*******n you know.” She said.“And don’t I know it!” I said.We danced, drank champagne. The canapés were just mouth watering. Still Steve had not re-appeared. She stroked my arm, just gently. It was the woman in the silver. The children in the back that had not received any candy thus far were delighted when I plucked some from their ears. When I left there was a lot less moaning and groaning than when I entered. The smell though was just as bad and this I would take care of now. I raced up the stairs and walked to the closest area I could to get to the captain. A large sign said that no passengers were allowed beyond so I waited for a crewmember to pass by. Luckily one was going into the crew's quarters and. Like a fairy tale, that once upon a time people got animal features; a tail and furry ears there, capable of having retractable claws here, still being human for the most part. It’s really done nothing to affect people too much, so really who cares? It happened centuries ago and some of the benefits were neat, so everyone more or less shrugged and moved on with their lives.You’re apparently a pureblood, the only son of the ‘main’ branch of some aged bloodline, which makes who you marry a big.