The other women looked mildly irritated at him for it.As they all entered the office a man came out from behind his desk to greet them."Ahh, you must ...e the ones from the 'Lion's Pride' guild?" asked the well dressed man. He was smiling in a warm manner, almost grandfatherly.The man in question was an older man, with a full head of hair, but almost completely grey with small strands of black here and there. He was tall as Dusty, dressed in shirt and pants with a shiny black robe over his. Many elderly Virginians are former federal government workers, former school teachers, etc. Not exactly the demographic most likely to favor National Socialism,” Austin Bryce, just as I was handed a note.The note read,”Caleb Clarke, born to Diana Clarke. Eight pounds, four ounces. Zipporah Clarke, born to Sarai Clarke. Six pounds, ten ounces. Jethro Clarke, born to Cassandra Clarke. Nine pounds, one ounce. You’re gonna be one helluva busy man! Love, Nancy Melton!”“She’s not wrong, you know,”. I had already come to know what it felt like when helooked at me, and I knew as surely as my heart waspounding that he was watching me as I walked away. Ifelt the cotton dress sliding over every inch and swellof my skin.I told myself maybe I should just go home. Maybe if Ijust went home and took all my clothes off and found anice sunny window to curl up in front of and touchmyself and imagine it was him touching me until I came,then I could doze off in the sun and get over thisspell. I wandered. Exe, but no 'ReadMe' files, instructions, or documentation. I suspected it was the equivalent of a self-extracting zip file, but it didn't appear to be in a format Winzip could open. I extracted it to my Temp directory, crossed my fingers, and double-clicked it.The word "MASTER" flashed on the screen, followed by "MASTER PROGRAM RUN COMPLETE."The desktop had a new Icon. I decided to run it. Another window popped up. The top was a standard pull-down menu with a series of buttons below labeled.