At least more than that idiot does! Why they keep onassigning him to changelings. I'll never understand. You genuinely haveto do the exam. I'll do it... at least a girls doing it. I know your nonetoo happy with a human doing it. At the least it's a femalechangeling." She laughs at it "that is two thirds out of three--allright?" I guess we have to--right?" Yes we pretty much have too, there is no way out of it. It looks likethe only reason they managed to do that ARC, is you where unconsciousat. The spa that Samantha and I had frequented in the last few months, oftenwith groups of girlfriends, welcomed me home to milk baths and facials,waxings and perms, finishing off with a manicure and a pedicure with onepretty attendant on my fingers and another on my toes, taking an hour tocomplete the many coats of polish. Through all these delicious hours of watching these men and women plytheir feminine arts, my mother was by my side, finally enjoying thedaughter she'd never had--or never knew. Saturday morning, Pete slept in, but when he got up, the girls were still zonked. Pete shrugged and went down to do some yard work.At around noon, Pete came in and saw Laura sitting on the couch nursing a large glass of orange juice."Good morning, Laura, or afternoon, I guess."Laura looked up and smiled weakly, "Hi, Pete." I hope you and the other girls are going to be alright later on. I want to take the three of you out for a nice dinner."Laura perked up a bit and said, "Really? I knew you. "My name's Eugenie," she said. "I live here too. I'm just looking for some tips, you know. Where to find food and stuff. That kind of thing." You don't come from London, do you?" said the boy suspiciously."I'm from the East Midlands. Near Nottingham. What's your name?" My name?" said the boy. "It's Ned. If you want me to help you, you're gonna have to let me fuck you. Is that a deal?"Eugenie had sort of expected exactly that kind of transaction. What other currency did she have? Then again, it.