.......there it was again.....and it felt like my Micha's hand on my thigh. I no longer wondered as I felt his tender hands pushing my thighs open.......and here I was ALREADY WET! Conversation swirled around me as I fought to keep my composure. Leave it to my Micha..........Damn, he always kept things interesting for me. Wait until I get him alone, I thought. I will fuck him like he's never been fucked. Just about then, I felt my wet panties being pulled down and I knew Micha was sniffing. . since the day I threw Eevan off the cliff. I was jealous. Here I was, an immortal spirit who had lived for thousands of years, and someone else, one of those short-lived worms that I used for MY needs, had come up with this brilliant, game-changing idea of planting crops. I was the one who had lived fifty lifetimes, experiencing them through thousands of eyes. It should have been me that did this amazing thing.So I resolved that if I couldn’t be the innovator, at least I would be the. Why sent a valuable drone when you can sent seven unimportant humans?No matter. My week was bad. Three children and their mother died shortly after I had adopted the children. I interrogated the surviving person who had participated in the orgy and murder—and he was still alive, in cold storage waiting for final disposition. No doubt about it, the man was going to die! And then I wound up disappointing Candi, a new member of the kennel staff. Just as I was inserting Tab A into Slot B, General. Other days, she was grateful. Kendall had been working since she was twelve. Her mother, a single alcoholic more inclined to drink herself into a stupor than to support the family in any meaningful way, put all the pressure of adulthood on her teenage daughter. Sometimes, Kendall thinks that’s how she found herself as a teenage mother. With two children before nineteen, Kendall was afraid she would be alone for the rest of her life, or worse yet, trapped with the one of the men who put her in.