Soon we were cruising at around 24 thousand feet and on our way to Helena. I fell asleep about half way there and woke up to the sound of tires hittin... the runway.As I got off the plane I notice two things 1: my dad wasn’t there 2: there was a strange man standing outside in the snow holding a sign that said my name on it.As I exited the building he said my first middle and last name and I walked over.“Are you Conner James Stocson” he said with a strong Arabic accent. “Are you working for. Steam pours off of your skin if you lift up out of the water. The water in the air tends to condense on your hair and it cools as it drips to the ends away from your skin. Little pearls of ice form in your hair. My hand slid into her hair at the base of her neck and it knocked a dozen ice pearls loose. They fell onto the heated and steaming skin of her back, startling her with their pins of cold. She sat up abruptly, thrusting her hips forward and down. A wholly different tone filled the air as. This is the sittingroom. We use it to sit in, when we aren't doing anything else." Turning to leave the room she added, "Come on." Wait a moment, you use this room for sitting in? Only sitting in? Doesn't anyone sleep here?" Helen asked."No. There is plenty of space here. Forget Earth's overcrowding. We have separate rooms for eating, sleeping, one each for sleeping, sitting, cooking, washing, working, and so on. Opposite door is Karl's study. We don't go in there unless there is a terrible. " Oh, God!" I repeated. "Did you call just to torture me?" Nope, I called with an invitation," she said."What invitation?" I asked."Do you remember our Tuesday night excursions?" she asked."The one where you get a different woman for..." I asked extremely nervously."Yes," she laughed, "but I am inviting you for the night out, not as entertainment for my Master." Oh," I exclaimed in relief."Before you agree, however, you should know that there are certain entrance requirements," she told.