A third set of sharp taps, rather louder this time, called to my attention most severely that the door itself must be at this time receiving marks of ... nature that surely would leave a trace. I opened the door brusquely to the sight of Dr. ________, the very same gentleman (for he truly was such) that I had parleyed with the previous evening and alas, had also been guilty of partaking of the absinthe most foul. His ruddy Scottish complexion did not seem the worse for wear, but I surely remember. "I would like to read a statement that will most likely will answer afew of your many questions," he started with. "Princess Jennifer hasroyal blood flowing in her veins. When Jennifer was found to be theheir, she submitted to a DNA test to prove it. Using the most up to dateDNA method, we found the match."Going on, he went into the details of why I was selected. Not my motheror any other of mother's living relatives. "Dr. Withers here, found inthe library archives, how a new heir was selected. . don’t be mad at us,” Matt said, leaning back and quietly tearing up.We looked over to Karen, who was taking a deep breath. “Come on Mom, you’re making Greg and me awfully nervous,” Steph said.Taking her hand, her mother said two words, “You’re adopted!”Pulling her hand away and grabbing me tightly, Steph was instantly shaking her head and screaming, “NO!”I lightly put my hand on the back of her head and pulled her to me. She cried on my shoulder for a while.I looked at her parents, er ... her. Her skin was so beautiful. She had very little breasts. Her mother had had very small breasts when she was Christie’s age. In fact, until the last few years, when she had allowed herself to get fat. “Dad, are there any guys that like girls that don’t have large breasts?” “Yeah, there are. You’ll meet someone who thinks you’re perfect.” “It seems like all the guys at school chase the girls who have big tits, and nobody wants someone like me.” “It just seems that way. Things are different in.