The family were chatting and laughing as they entered the house carrying boxes, the teenage son, about 16/17 dashed upstairs to claim a room he burst ...into my room at the protest of his younger siblings a 13 year old boy and a 19 year old sister. The parents didnt make him move out they said he could have that room and the sibling round their own rooms, the sister had my brothers old room while the brother had my dads study. they went downstairs and the mum called the kids over Tom come over. "Well even if you really had to pee, how are you going to with a raginghard on, you silly prissy sissy!" she laughing said."Carl look at the model on TV." Mrs. Monet pointed out to her sissifiedstepson. Carl looked at the model on TV and saw she was wearing a shortblack skirt with stilettos. Carl's sissy stick was raging and pulsating,but he held back. "I bet you would like to wear that outfit? Or do you just like to wearlingerie? Huh, you pathetic pansy!" Carl's stepmother sneered.Carl replied. .. just in case. I will put it in my clothes drawer for safe keeping. Remember, your father loved you, as I still do. I am proud of you.MOM.I put the letter down, finally noticing the tears flowing down my cheeks. I wiped my eyes with the sleeve of my shirt. The last part of Mom's letter didn't make to much sense to me. The only way it could make sense, was a little spooky.While I believed in God, that belief did not extend to spirits visiting people in their sleep. Yet the evidence was here.. He had completed a contract to destroy a nest of nekkers and he was coming to collect his reward. The war between Nilfgaard and Redania had been raging these past few weeks, and it was getting more difficult to travel around. With bloodshed, came blood thirsty monsters, "at least it's good for business" he said to himself in his deep monotone voice.Geralt was a Witcher of the Wolf school, in total there are four schools of Witchers, the Wolf, Griffin, Ursine, and Feline, which you could tell by.