" Just get them removed like me," Buster offered."I wouldn't like that," Beverly commented. "I want Emmet's balls to stay where they are. At least for... now I do." Monty," Emmet changed the subject, "I'd like to hear how you saved those girls at the Rosenbaum Academy." You've heard it before," the cheetah said."Amanda hasn't," Beverly said."I want to hear it, too," Morgana, Beverly's horse, said. "We animals don't always get decorated for being heroes. Most of the time we get nothing."It had been. The first was in a place called a "Repackaging Facility" and it called for a "no skills required shift worker". It sounded like she should be able to land a job like that and she had no preference as to which shift they placed her on. In her underwater kingdom, there was no night or day and she only thought of time as an abstract concept of no interest to her at all.The second job was "Cocktail Waitress. Minimum wage plus tips. Must be willing to wear Pirate-Girl costume on premises." She liked. Sometimes seniority just didn't help a man out. Seniority sure didn't help with the 3 car crash at midnight or the heart attack call around dawn.Had I known that my new neighbor looked like this, I would have caught my second wind and come over earlier. Much, much earlier. I wasn't just calling her honey as an endearment. She looked like honey with her short gold hair and warm bronze skin. She looked lickable.Of course there was still the big bruiser. Husband? Lover? Brother, dare I hope?A. Camp #3 whose founding memberswould be most of the girls currently present, but whose membershipwould grow to include guys, lesbians and even straight girls in othercottages, would be of the opinion I was a Goddess. However, as bad as#3's particular insanity was, which in my opinion was very, very bad.There was a tiny minority view which was potentially far worse: Camp #4would be of the opinion I was a Demoness, who like Sara Waite, (a GOOchild of whose existence my prescience had only just.