My father had been a panther beastkin, and my mother had been human. I was a rare half-breed. The slavers called me a catgirl. One of their contacts h...ad a standing order for a dark-furred and light-skinned catgirl with blue eyes. He had offered double for a young virgin like me. They took no chances. The only damn thing worse than fucking evil slave raiders is those who keep them in business by fucking buying slaves. My fucking owner-to-be was the worse of all. He had arranged a purchase. My major, however, wasn't psychology. It was computer science. After I got my degree, I started a small computer-repair business with three friends of mine from the college. I know you're not really supposed to do it like that, but we pooled the leftovers from our Pell grants to start the business, and gave it back once we made it back--which was easy enough, since our only competition was the local ISP, which had been bought out by the same corporation that had bought out the phone company.. She needs the protection of a Christian man, someone who will minister to her needs--her spiritual needs. I beg you look after her, keep her from harm, and guide her along the path of righteousness." Madam, I am honored. John Cunnylicker will answer the Lord's call and guide this child as though she were my own. I will have a flock of one, all the way to Glory."Annabelle leaned in and whispered, "Will you please not say your full name in her presence? I beg you. She may know what that word. It was a rare case when healthy people like him died suddenly and without warning, but it’d happened to him. Sheila shook her head, a year had passed and she deserved to move on. Now, she was going to be living with Mike, but she wanted to make sure he’d be fine with every single step they might need to take for a guaranteed pregnancy. * * * * ‘Boy or girl?’ ‘Hmmm?’ ‘Boy or girl?’ An angel beamed in the middle of her room, waiting for Sheila’s response. He wanted to know or so it seemed her.