“PA!” He shrieked, scrambling to reach his father. Sex The woman remained where she stood, in front of the stove, her waist length brown curls tied at the nape of her neck, patient emerald eyes trained to the stove. He knew when he opened his eyes, he’d see his family again. Mica bounced in her seat. The man roared and wrestled against his restraints as the surrounding batarians subdued the boy with a shot to the leg. Shamul snaked a hand into Owen’s red curls and tugged him upwards, facing his son. I hope he’s kidding.” Owen chuckled softly. He was a shrewd business man, and always made certain that everything and everyone was accounted for. He knew when he opened his eyes, he’d see his family again. One glance and nod from his mother, and he carried the child up the steps to the bathtub. She sat in her high chair with her arms folded, face set in a mask of anger. “What Mom and Pa do in their own spare time is none of my business…Oh…gross!” He hissed to himself, and went back to his room. “Uhh, yeah…Ralph says he’s thinking about upping my load. “Wasn’t anything, really.” Owen Shepard, Lysander’s father had reached them. They made their way to the steps in the dark, when Lysander skidded, landing awkwardly in
