“Lord Sir,” she started her head down a small smile on her face. “If I can convince them that it is safe, will you seriously consider bonding wi...h me?”Hartwell’s head snapped around to stare at Bee. So, the females weren’t as docile as they at first appeared to be.“I am afraid that I cannot make a promise to something, I am nothing but unsure of,” Hartwell replied.“Lord sir, I am not sure if I can continue as we are. Without some idea as to the future of myself and the others, I am afraid there. I find it cosy and warm as well and I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be right at the moment. All warm, dry and tucked up listening ton the rain pour down. What more could you really ask for in life?" and I sort of laughed as I said this.Mom sat up and leant over and placed her hand on the side of my face, to position it, and then lowered her head and gave me a quick kiss on the lips."You're sweet. I don't imagine many other mothers have as loving a son as I do. Now spoon up to me and cuddle. " Tell me why you have an ID, then."I swallowed passed the lump in my throat and inched my hand over slowly, "I was in the Academy... but i didn't graduate." Why didn't you graduate?"I had a flash of Reynolds rubbing through my underwear and I grabbed my blade and pressed it to his throat. "Nova... let me go."He didn't seem surprised or worried. "No." Now!"His hand went to my throat and his eyes glowed. Pain shot through my body so intense I had to bite back my cry. The blade fell from my. .- Mais moi je trouve ?a un peu...- D?go?tant?- Oui Margaux...- Pourtant, quand c'est celle de b?b?-Choupinette, tu arrives ? lanettoyer, m?me quand c'est du caca encore chaud?- Oui, mais c'est pas pareil. Je sais pas pourquoi, mais c'est paspareil. Et puis, moi, je crois pas que mes parents ils me laisseraientfaire... Ni que ta maman elle accepterait, vis-?-vis de mes parents...- On serait pas oblig? de leur dire!- Mais ?a se voit une couche quand m?me!- Regarde. L? on peut commencer par faire.