A thin grey light hung in the air as she stepped from her Sprite. The car gleamed whitely from a new waxing.Already bored after only two days of the s...mmer, Joan had spent the early morning hours lavishly grooming her car. A graduation present from her parents for which she vowed to be responsible, her car was her pride and the job Amanda promised meant far more than the older woman knew.She sounded the door chimes with a press on an ivory button and heard the bells peel throughout the. The entrance door as thick, reinforced throughout with titanium, requiring more than three dozen men to open. Escape or entry through it was impossible. Inside, the long road wound through the village with its neat and tidy houses. Side paths branched off into smaller communities, each devoted to a special purpose. The bakers and their helpers had been up for hours, preparing the daily bread used by every person in the compound from the smallest child to the High Lord himself. The merchants. ...the reason was to watch her play with her feet as she cooked. I had a thing for her and her amazing feet. I know, its interesting, but my wife had a thing for James. He never had a problem giving her hugs and getting up close to her big boobs. So I figured I get to enjoy the view of Sam. I also believe she knew about my feet thing, as Sam was playing with her feet, and then turn back to me. This went on for the time she cooked the meat. I barely saw my wife as she was chasing the k**s about.. It was obvious to her that since he wasn’t a Shifter, he just didn’t understand. Male children of Shifters didn’t carry the gene, so they were not Shifters and even worse, their children, even their female children, were not Shifters either. They were not of the race. They were even worse than mundanes who could at least pass on the gene even if they couldn’t shift.Gazza picked up on her thoughts and grimaced. “Sir, we shall accompany you to your office to get a copy of the papers and register.