They wanted me, yes. But more than they wanted me, they wanted the technical excellence my friends and I had. They wanted bigger and more shocking eff...cts. They wanted to top everything that had been done before. My problem was that I had learned to value quality over quantity. Content over hypocrisy. Love over matter. Well, maybe the last one. It was not suitable, here.I made sure that I looked interested, and they gave me permission to hang around for the rest of the day so that I could see. She made them finish getting ready as she put me back to bed. I felt like my body was starting to heat up as I got in. Maybe I was sick. Maybe that would explain why I felt weird. But I didn’t really think so.Mommy checked back on me after Daddy took my sisters to school. I’d started sweating a bit now, but the ice pack on my neck felt good. Even through all this, Mommy never said a word about my tummy. She’d even had her hand on it, but she acted like nothing was different. I had so many. From their facial expressions our Wives looked like we had dropped a bomb on them."We aren't ready!!" All four of them screeched together in high voices."You are all ready enough for testing to at least the rank of Master. Brian wasn't exactly sure how to test Clare and Cathleen, but Pat and I will go along to testify to what we have seen them do," I told them."What about Gretchen and me?" Petra asked very quietly."We thought that you might want to study some more, and wait until our Daughters. He was making me mad. I always understood him, but he was having a really hard time letting me go on dates. My dad was thirty five so, technically, he is young. My mom died giving birth to me when she was my age, and she would be thirty-two years old today. Therefore, I always thought he deserved to have the most understanding daughter ever. He had lost his highschool sweetheart like that, and had to start taking care of me instead of enjoying his life. But being understanding all the time was.