Some shifters wouldn’t even want to live in hand made structures, saying it went against what shifters were about. Valerie thought that was all well...and good but she liked plumbing, thank you very much. She opened the door to their home, brushing the snow off her shoulders. “Andrea?” she called. Andrea took odd jobs as they came, usually around mending and making little things. Which was normally a beta job, but Andrea was like Valerie. They didn’t quite fit the mold they were born into.. No school on Thursday. The graduation exercise would by at five on Thursday, and then the rest of my life. Scary thought. I heard the door in the studio open and watched as Janice walked across the room toward my bedroom door with a cup of scalding coffee hooked on her finger. Her unbridled tits had a life of their own, under her loose robe, as they swayed to and fro with each step she took. ‘Hi Chiquita, how you this morning?’ I asked as she entered the room. ‘Your papa rode me like a mule. And unless I was very much mistaken, she had been giving me the eye.I turned around, and she was there all right, looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite fathom. "Rough day?," she asked, and I relaxed and moved into the "office work" routine with half my mind while the other half tried to figure what she was looking for. She was friendly enough, and I tuned back into our discussion just in time to hear myself recommend a little Chinese place for dinner.We ate at Yank Soo's in one of. Pigtails andbraids, blouses buttoned up to the neck, white socks... theworks! I'm not trying to portray them unkindly. Really, theyare all totally likable and earnest. But I still can't makethis image of them jibe with the fact that they areapparently wild-and-swingers. They look more like a meetingof "Catholic Virgins Anonymous," or something!Jill is handing me a printout of my story. The pages arekind of worn and dog-eared. This copy had been reread manytimes. Someone vacates a big.