It was past dusk, of course, so that my nest would not roast in the sunlight.As I entered the official chambers of the Thirteen, I slammed my open pal... against their table, sounding like thunder. I had read about this trick from the novel Julian by Gore Vidal, which claimed it was a method used by an Etruscan priest named Mastara. Which was the name that I chose to use on this occasion, in fact. After all, they would hardly know me from never having met before.“Who are you and what do you wish. * * *Paula had a very strong feeling she knew why Laura was looking happierthan usual next morning."I'd say you and dad had a bit of fun last night?" she asked Laura."Did we?" said Laura, trying to deny it."You say we can't hide secrets from you," said Joanne. "I think weinherited that trait from you." Oh well, you win. Your dad showed me he still has it," said Laura."Planning on giving us a belated younger sibling?" added Paula."I don't know if that is possible," said Laura. "We haven't really. "My mom's are almost as big," Jacob said proudly. Marianne's legs grew wobbly at her son's words. How could he say such a thing about her? He was only fifteen. She should barge in and stop whatever it was they were watching! But Marianne didn't move. She was weak and leaning heavily against the wall listening to their 'oohs' and 'ahhs'. With a start she suddenly realized that the sounds from her son's room had quieted and now she could barely hear anything except for the far away sounds of. For me that is an hour to much so I jumped in the shower. After watching my hair and body I jumped out and kind of examined myself in the mirror. I have a dark brown hair it short and really thick. I have hazel eyes. And a slight tan. I'm 6'2 and pretty buff typical for a farmer my dad died when I was young so I did most of the work around my place. After looking myself over I decided to get dressed. I grabbed some jeans and a brown plaid shirt. That buttoned up I got dressed and put on my belt.