“He went to school. Why is your husband banging on the door???” She gave me a sexy smile. I then turned my head to face the door. “Hey what’s ...p? Mr. Smith, how’s it going?” I sheepishly said toward the door. “Wait! Who’s that Buck… Buck Kelly!! Junior’s friend from school.” Short pause. “Yes! I slept over last night. I was just getting up. Junior had some early classes and already went to school.I turned my head back to meet the trophy wife sexy brown eyes looking at me and the door. Her. The three teenagers giggled and the room echoed with the beautiful melodic cadence of female laughter. The wonderful sound made John feel happy to be alive.“Jade here is what is known as a Nymph.” He began.“I thought they were just fictional creatures in fairy tales?” Calara asked sceptically.“Yeah they are. Nymph is just a nickname, like the Ashanath are nicknamed Greys.” he explained.The girls all nodded their understanding.“Do you remember I told you how humanity started taking previously. Mom, and dad inherited it.Sarah, and the other girls look like they are having fun. Sarah looked at me, I’m just standing there on their deck, and not moving. She got off the trampoline and went up to Jim.“Master, May I talk to Marcy inside for a minute?”Jim looked at me, and told Sarah; “yes I think you better, but don’t tell her.”“Yes Master.”Sarah took ahold of my hand. I glanced at mom. She had a looked of concerned on her face, but did not say anything.Sarah lead me up to her room. She has. I thought her painful bouts at the toilet had something to do with her period. The doctor at the clinic couldn't find a cause, but she begged her to join the class-action suit against the military. Having read about 'syndrome' cases, the doctor incontrovertibly decided mom was another victim of the war.Mom didn't think that way. She understood, when she joined the military, that results were more important than troops. She believed in the goal, protect America from foreign enemies. That she.