I sat down with the kids on the floor.Spandana: Someone seems to be excited. Woke up early to have my breakfast, haan?I tried to play hard to get and ...not give in. She started serving the kids first.Me: Not exactly aunty, I woke up early to study for the upcoming exam for the weekend. (with a wink)Spandana: Ohh acha. Okay, let me go and get the pickle from the kitchen.My sexy milf tenant came back after 5 minutes. I was restless when I noticed her. She removed her dupatta, sprinkled some water. And so it went all through their childhood. They were constantly being moved from one state run home to another. Each move meant another school to attend and more new children to deal with, some friendly some hostile. By the time they were old enough to make their own way in the world, their souls had seen more sadness and endured more antipathy than any child should ever experience. Along with their freedom from state guardianship came a good deal of trepidation but also a renewed feeling of. “I just checked our data base. It shows Nilfeheim has no local restriction laws on any weapon class or type. I can fix you up with a Federal Class Three license in no time. Class three is the highest civilian class. Only a few civilians are permitted to own Mil Grade level IV or higher, like the Citizens from Green Hell for example. But mind you, there is a great selection for Class three.”“Alright fix me up then.”Ten minutes later my CITI had a new add on. Federal Weapons bearer License Class. " I stammered, feigning embarrassment. "Ah, it's OK, I was just..." she said, glancing around nervously, still covering her lady parts. "Shaving?" I finished her sentence. "Well, uh, yeah." She blushed and twirled at her drying hair with her left hand. "You know," I said, teasingly, "we're in the woods. That's not very woodsmanly of you." "I'm not a woodsman," she said, "I'm a girl." "It's OK to let yourself go every once in a while, you know. You don't have to keep up your grooming habits.