"Still talking, Miranda turned and perched herself on her desk. She slowly crossed her legs. Cue another outbreak of drooling as her short, tight-fitt...ing skirt rode teasingly up her thighs. She grinned, loving how every man in the room (and especially Roy!) was now staring lustfully at her gorgeous pins. Most of them had started fiddling around with themselves, she noticed, as was allowed under the 'rules' she'd instigated a few weeks ago. They had to be careful, though. No cumming! She glanced. I'm just not used to that anymore. I'll do better." You went out for ice cream at eight o'clock," Dad explained. "You weren't home at midnight. What were your mother and I to think? Did your plans change? Were you in some kind of accident? It was unnerving for your mother and me. Every parent dreads that phone call late at night that the Harrisons got two years ago."I shuddered a little when Dad mentioned Greg's accident. I had been thoughtless and inconsiderate to my parents. "I'm sorry, Dad,". It’s probably why I felt him up. My inhibitions were way down that night. My brain was fried with all the stimulation.”“Really?” Bea said, “Hum, that does make sense. I have noticed that you seek one of us out after someone tries to stir you up. You are a strange shifter, Bron. I wonder why you don’t display the physical symptoms of becoming aroused by other people.”I shrugged, “I can only guess there is something screwy with the way my brain is wired.”“I wonder if that is why you’re happy to. Leaning on the table, he said, "I saw that my son didn't lead the procession back to the city. I was rather surprised and pleased to see that. He's gotten a little quieter and more thoughtful since he left. I have to assume that he saw battle up close and it must have been a rough one." That he did and it was terrible pitched battle, sir," Fred said. After the enemy had been defeated, he had walked the battlefield with Sid and had seen just how fierce the fighting had been. The bodies were.