.. voodoo scientists. They actually had the nerve to tell me that monsterology wasn't even a real word and that it couldn't be found in the dictionary... Seriously? Since when has the dictionary been the authority on words? They even criticized me for writing my own monsterologist license. Well, who else is going to write it? I'm probably the only monsterologist in the whole world. True, that wasn't their only criticism, but seriously, does it even matter that it was written in crayon? Or that I. I quickly got over my shock at her threat and rushed to the guest room totake off my maid's outfit and then hurried to Grace's room to get ready. When I entered her room, I found Grace lying on her bed, still in herpanties and bra. She looked beautiful, the way a woman who has beensatisfied looks beautiful. I looked at her sheepishly, wondering if shewas going to say anything about last night.I walked toward the bathroom to get a shower and get ready for work. "Ina hurry baby?" she. "Are you all right?" asked the woman I had just tried to rape.She seemed concerned. Her cut was gone. There was no blood."I seem to have broken my shoe," I told her as I looked up at her."There is a coffee shop across the street," she told me. "Maybe I canhelp you." Thanks," I said. "But I can't afford coffee." My treat," she responded as she helped me get up."You are kind," I said. "Thank you."I took off my shoes so I could walk to the coffee shop. When I stood, Inoticed she was about three. You remind me of him in a lot of ways.”“Really?”“Yeah,” she said. “Your expressions. Your eyes. I can see a lot of his looks in you.” She rolled onto her side facing me across the gap between the beds. “See?!? I pay attention, too.”The thing is, she didn’t know how a simple move like that bored itself into my mind. Here’s this female person who is totally oblivious as to how she could just lay there in a monochrome T-shirt and jeans and make bells ring in my head.Lena’s turn:Eighteen years old,.