The door buzzer went. "Sod it, she's here already. Must have forgotten her swipe card." That had happened only twice in the two years she had been Viv...enne's carer. Vivienne picked up the remote and the speaker crackled, "Hi, Vivienne. I'm Martin, mother's sent me with a box of cleaning stuff. She's coming along later." The voice sounded a little strange over the intercom and the face wasn't too clear on the monitor but unsuspectingly Vivienne pressed the button that released the door catch.. Mike, Julie, and my own wife are just staring at me. Standing there in front of Mike makes it all the more humiliating. For one, the man is clothed. He also happens to be five inches taller than me. He is muscular where I am scrawny. He is tan, while I am pasty white. He is hairy, whereas I am almost completely hairless thanks to Heather’s ‘scorched-earth’ depilation campaign that she conducted on my upper-body and genitals. The only impressive, somewhat masculine, thing about me right now is. Problem shared, problem halved and all that." With another weak smile, Belle said"I'm just a bit weary about getting wolf whistles and smart-arse comments about how I look all the time. Some guys tonight just seem to be real jerks." I remembered the catcalling outside the club earlier and replied"Yes, but if you can, see it as a compliment. You're good looking and ..." I glanced up and down, to take in her height and figure, and then returned my eyes to look at hers"Well, you're a big girl.. Pulling the chain out of my shirt, the back wall shimmered and a door appeared. On it were the words: OFFICE OF FIELD INVESTIGATIONS, TYROME GREENSTICK.Hmm, did strange things to see ones name like that, almost felt important, almost. Walking in I saw that everything was keyed to my entrance 'til I gave the off and on to others, sighing I knew I had a full day ahead interviewing for a staff. Probably in 2 or 3 days then the real fun started training the green mages that the council sent to me.