"Try and show some respect!" He complained, then ground out the butt between his fingers, before pocketing the offending object."Buddy, I don't know S...into from Bento!" Petra drew himself to his full five foot seven inches, looking deliberately down his nose at the older man. "And frankly don't care!" he added dryly. "Speaking of which, I just hope those box lunches that idiot gopher of yours picked up are edible!" Miss Moi is a third year journalism student, sent by the station's owner!". She was a strict disciplinarian, but never crossed the line and for a majority of the time, she treated us with love and respect. We were clothed, fed, taken to school, and enjoyed occasional vacations.I never could recall what happened to my parents or how I became a foster daughter to Mother. While I couldn’t remember the start, there are a few things I remember quite vividly from my experience with Mother, particularly from my rebellious phase when I was seventeen.“Did you hear me girl?”. Then open your eyes. She slowly opened them, seeing her bedroom lit with dozen of candles. How romantic! You mean it? she whispered with a hint of excitement. Shes been trying to freaking have sex with him for the past two weeks only to have him deny her but being here now she was more nervous then she ever was. Only if you still want it baby, he said as he caressed her shoulders. I want to, but-, she hesitated But youre nervous, I understand. He interrupted her. He was nervous to, nervous. She looked much older and more tired than when he left two years ago to join the XVII Legion."Yes?" Esther looked up at the redheaded beauty."I would like to see Senator Marcellus," Penelope announced herself."He's not at home for the moment," Esther started to close the door but Penelope being stronger than the old woman prevented this. She walked in and saw all the surroundings exactly the same. Her mother Julia did her best to keep an orderly home. Esther was quite put out by this intrusion.