After hearing this news, Carol rolled across the bed towards Heather. “Hmmm, two whole days with nothing to do? How will we ever manage to pass the... time?”Heather smiled. “Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something.”Author’s note: So… here’s the deal. Like I said in the author's note at the opening, I had never told ANYONE about this. Not even my lovely wife, Katie, nor my best friend, Tracy. Katie first learned about my encounter with Carol when she read the rough draft for this story. I’m. They came with skills and with capital to invest in trading enterprises and the establishment of some lucrative endeavor that sparked their interest. These were the more adventurous of the French population and the ones with a willingness to take great risk to make their fortune. The French settlers were mostly male and young with few females or families as baggage in their migration to the locale of "New France". They took wives with the Indian squaws seldom with the intent to make it anything. “Alright, honey, what’s your name?” I admired the hijabi who waited the next table.“Maryam Sharif,” she spoke gently as she lifted her hijab above her head and raised her skirt to invite Curtis to claim her.“Damn, this steak is awesome!” I remarked while Erin sat on my lap and I fed her by hand.“That it is, lover,” Erin told me with a snowball kiss that expressed a lot of passion.“And now we have you guys. Seventy-eight more folks. What to do with you?” Gavin spoke up again, briefly scaring the. She recognized the room as an evaluation room, the kind they had used to "read" her when she changed. The young man behind the desk seemed a little apologetic when he spoke to her."Please don't take this the wrong way, but we have some questions about what we were told about you. Frankly, I've never encountered a bio elemental with your ability to read the direction MORFS will take, or has taken." It was just a matter of self training. I can't really do much with my powers, since my range is so.