"Mack, they are both old enough now to get into bed with whoever they wish, and there's sod all that I can do to stop them. If they want a roll in the...hay, I think I'd rather it be with you than some snotty little shit that they picked up in that college they go to. Or any of the shit slingers we've got around here; some of them aren't too clever either. At least you are a bit choosey."She smiled at me again, and we kissed properly."Mind I thought you pushed your luck a bit with that married. A chill run down my back as the creature turned to full human form and their before me was Trey. "I never thought that I would have the pleasure of seeing you again."He run his hands down my face and let his sharp nails scratch their way down to my stomache."You don't look all that happy to see us." The other creatures started to laugh."I....let me go!" I pulled hard against the ropes but I had no luck. Trey hit me hard."I don't think i'll be doing that," he spoke with a hate-filled tone "your. Instead she stared up into the dark eyes and handsome face of her companion. He waited patiently for her response, his mouth curled in amusement. Helplessly Eleanor took his proffered hand and stood shakily. Glancing down at herself she realised in wonderment she was wearing the elegant crimson silk dress she had worn for their famous Valentine’s Ball in 1933. Her hand was smooth, the skin milky white and no longer stained with the brown discolouration of age. She reached upwards and touched. Conversation at dinner was light. They asked Angel whether she was readyfor the orientation the next day, and talked about what they expected forthe upcoming week. And about a whole lot of nothing in particular. That night, before she went to bed, she looked through her orientationmaterials. In addition to the regular rules, there was an entire bookletof rules for morfs. Everything from grooming standards for fur andfeathers to the use of projected power. Pretty much the same idea as theregular.