I enjoyed his attention, but I had discovered my being near him was enough to start me juicing. I always seemed ready for sex around him. I even expre...sed some concern about that to him and, at first, he laughed about how that could possibly be a negative. Then seeing I had some concern, that perhaps I was just a slutty nymphomaniac or something, he held me tightly and apologized for his callousness. He went on to explain in some detail what it meant to him, that it was my body’s natural. “I... I made a mistake. I didn't know they planned on hurting you. I just wanted you to leave. To never come back, but...” He swallowed and stared back at me with raw eyes. “You were right. I felt jealous. Inadequate. You are so much more than me. Allah created you futas to replace us men. I see it now. We're too brutal. Too violent.”“That's just being human,” I said. “I don't know if us futas are any better.”“Your mother, President Woodward, seeks to unite the world. She wants to make peace.. Monica babbled and giggled talking about how fabulous everything was. Ann let her ramble, letting her become very comfortable and then said, “so, how long have you been a gurl”? Monica was caught off guard and asked her, when and how did she know? Ann told her from the minute she saw her. Ann leaned close to her face, turned her chin up saying, “It takes one to know one”, showing her the nearly invisible scar from having her Adams apple shaved. Ann sat beside her saying, “sisters”. They talked. So what could this surprise be?Money, you think, it is probably money. Lots of money. An early inheritance. Enough money to let you move out of the old manor and start a life of your own. Your mind drifts and you see yourself living the extravagant jet-setting life of a young bachelor millionaire. Ohhh the fun you would have.Although, maybe it is an inheritance of another kind. You know you come from a long line of secretive and eccentric American aristocracy. Your family name might not have.