Surely she should have simply followed him down to Southampton as a good wife would have done. Instead she had wasted time trying to be a woman in wha... was really a man’s world; time she could have spent taking care of her wonderful husband’s every need.Still, there was a job to be done at work and she had to get on with it. Whatever her life might become, she was no quitter and had to finish what she had started. Peter had told her so and he was always right in these matters.She smiled. . I try to meet all the important people where ever I go.”“I’m not important.”“Yes ... you are ... you guide children on the road to adults ... try anyway. Some are already on the wrong path and there isn’t much you can do with them. I met enough of them when the Island... “Sorry ... I miss my mom.”“You issued a pilots license to a four year old?”“Have you seen her fly?”“Umh,”“That’s a no,” Junior said, “You have insufficient data. Be right back.”And she was. Oh, she flickered several times .... I snapped a few pictures."Take their women, take them, without permission if you must. Lift the skirt of their wives, unhook their daughter's bra, reach in and squeeze her pale flesh, squeeze what you want, grab whatever you want, then establish your new homes deep inside their bellies."The men were beginning to get really excited. By their smiles and perverted hand gestures, clearly they knew what direction this speech was going."This town is full of beautiful white women. Their breasts are. Us throughout the entire world. They were the ones who had to keep hidden the most, to keep people from realizing that things like Weres existed. And then there was the fact that two Mythics in one family was unheard of. "A dryad," I whispered, knowing that such creatures weren't supposed to exist, but then again, neither were Weres. One of the things that made Mythics so different, was not only did they turn into mythological animals and things that shouldn't exist, but no one was sure if that.