I have five brothers all older than me, so that means I’m the baby, and the only female. I’m sure you know how that goes… Anyways, back to m...y story. I moved back in after my dad had his heart attack, and I’ve been living in hell ever since. I finally convinced my mom to let me travel to Mexico for a much needed vacation. I arrived in my home town of Culiacan , Sinaloa. I hadn’t been there in at least five years, everything looked so different. I got off the bus, wearing some blue daisy. Something big had been stirring in the Vampiric community. There were rumors of a war with the humans, of being exposed to them due to the Epitomes select hunting regulations, but no one knew for sure what was going on. An order from the Council had been sent demanding that each coven within traveling range assemble together. Nothing of this sort had ever happened before. Drake put all of that out of mind, now, as he focused his attention on his growling stomach. He moved from rooftop to. "Your mother is not just easily manipulated; she likes to be manipulated. She gets enjoyment when she is ordered around." Really?" she asked, a sparkle in her eye.I nodded."So does she enjoy it when you order her around?" she asked.Again I nodded.She leaned even closer to me and asked breathily, "And does she get wet when you order her around?" I don't think I want to answer that question just yet," I told her."That's OK, I think I know the answer," she said. "So I assume that there is a reason. ”Professor Gavin nodded thoughtfully, “You realize that can be expensive. A project like that can cost one or two million dollars…”“I’m prepared to be at least that generous.” Professor Gavin sat up straighter as he continued, “What’s more important to me is the type of project. Simply put, I want to roll the dice.” He paused for a moment and looked directly at her, “I want your faculty to propose their fantasy projects – the sort of high-risk, high-payoff, but low-probability stuff – the types.