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Author: From time to time I am known to write things within Braces [] Brackets {} and Parenthesis (). If it is within Parenthesis and a character is talking then it is either a thought or something the character said to himself in a very low voice. If it is within Braces then it means that it is something implied (not necessarily something that one whould pick up quickly or a thought direction mechanism) or that the Author (moi) or other character is saying something that does not necessarily have anything to do with the story. If it is within Brackets then it is something presenting a different picture within the big picture (the big picture being the story). Also, the quoting system is as follows:

" <-- The character is talking (whenever I use them).

'' <-- The character is thinking (whenever I use them).

I sometimes use hyphens (-) (used as taught in good ol' English class).

This story might contain scenes that are not suitable for ages under 13. In the case that it is within the 18+ range it will be classified as with Adult content (not so with this story). One way or another please refrain from reading things you shouldn't be reading if you shouldn't be reading them. Thank you. Enjoy.

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Getting into the house... Man!

I was almost mown down to bits by a lioness earlier today. She forgave my life for some reason or another... The important part of it is that she now has nowhere to go and nobody to return to. Her village was completely destroyed and she has no food. On top of that she has no money and no extra change of clothes, which means that she'll have to have someone buy some stuff for her; thank God I work, right? Not easy to ask for money to your parents, specially if they won't see what you buy after a couple o' weeks. Well... On to the meat n' veggies of the problem:

Are you the kind of person that has about two other siblings from the opposite gender (just two) and you are the middle-born? Do you also happen to have parents that open your bedroom door without warning?

Well, I happen to have two sisters and my parents visit my room without warning all the time. It is almost a habit so I got used to it to the point that I don't notice it... until I need some privacy that is. Good God! I just really dislike it when they don't even knock.

Mom: "Alan, can you please print my report?" *walking about the room* "I can't seem to find my glasses and don't know if I printed it in 3D color or super-scale Black and White."

I think it is safe to say that I thank God she didn't look straight at me when she entered (she usually does). No cue and no "What is that?" coming from her. Why does it matter? Because I have a hard-on, why else...?

Not really. The real reason why I am so stressed is because I am hiding someone that would normally not be welcomed into this house. I am hiding a... how should I put it? "A dangerous, feral animal that exists only to kill and eat humans" is what they used to say until about twenty-something years ago. I did not live to see the massive retribution between the humans and the Khie, but I had the privilege to be raised in the "times of acceptation" between Kheths and Humans. Maybe it is one of the reasons why I feel curious about interacting with the Khie races. Many of my human friends would never even cross eyesights with a Kheth even today. If you go to my university you'll see the geographic line between humans and Kheths (it literally looks like an invisible glass wall that cannot be broken except by some mighty 10 ton hammer swung by "Dhör"). However there are some, like me, that feel they should have a chance to live amongst us Humans with better treatment. Besides, what did they do? To my knowledge, according to the history books, we were the ones that started the retribution in the first place. We drove them from their lands and took their square footage (their living-space).

That aside I still had a problem... Do you know how hard it is to let someone into your house unnoticed? Specially if you tell that someone to do something and he/she ends up doing exactly the opposite of what you told him/her to do? I was bringing her (Nahi, the lioness) through the back door, but I was going to create a diversion through the front door. I told her "I am going to go into the kitchen and keep my parents distracted you are going to go upstairs into the first door to the right. There is a bathroom there. Once you get in there don't open the door for anything in the world. I'll go looking for you after five minutes and I'll knock on the door when the coast is clear. You'll wait for a couple of seconds and sneak past the middle section on to the last door to your left. Hide in the closet until I speak to you. Please listen to me: even if I'm in the room don't speak until I say it is OK for you to speak. OK?", "OK", she replied.

[Author: Of course she's going to do the opposite. Alan gave her a battle plan, not instructions.]

Now the problems begin. She starts off going in through the back door; that was OK. I go through the front door into the living room and then go towards the kitchen (the back door comes from the back yard into the cooling space, a place where you can chill without a TV; sorta like a sun-room but bigger).

Alan: Hello mother, how was this most awesome day for you?

Alan's mom (Clemencia, also known as Clementine or Clemence): Good God, Alan! There was this meeting at work and they had me assist in a three hour long presentation. It would not have been that bad, but my feet were killing me to the point that I almost asked one of the board members to stop asking ridiculously dumb questions! My feet are still killing me, but at least I changed into more comfortable shoes.

Alan: Sorry to hear that you almost lost your temper... You did keep your cool, right? You never lose control if you drink your meds and eat right. Did you eat at lunch-time?

Clemence: I didn't have enough time for it because...

Alan: No excuses! You know that you are not supposed to skip meals mom! That is bad for you, its bad for your sugar a-and its bad for your overall health! I sometimes wonder if I need to go to your workplace and shove the stuff down your throat (*said in a respectful tone with matching respectful facial expressions*).

Clemence: I know. This is probably hard on you, but I usually don't have the time.

Alan: One way or another you have to eat! No matter how much time you dedicate to work you need to dedicate some time to yourself!

I look into the living room and notice that the TV is on. It usually is off at this time because everybody is preparing for dinner, but there is always someone that violates the rules from time to time (once in a blue moon... yeah right! More often than not).

Alan: Mom, where is dad?

Clemece: He's in the living room watching TV. You know how he does that when his days go not so right.

Alan: I'll go check on him.

Pause.

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Here is where the story starts to go bad. The stairs start behind the living room in the direction opposite to it, which means that nobody in the living room should see anybody go up the stairs. They would know that there is someone going up the stairs but only because they can hear someone go up the stairs, not because they can actually see someone go up the stairs, right? Well, for Nahi the plan was simple: go in through the cooling space, up the stairs and straight to the bathroom (the first door to the left); everybody knocks before they enter, which gives someone hiding enough time act quickly. Why, then, was I seeing a hairy shadow moving through the living room? I was sure my father was hairy, but not THAT hairy, so it can't be him. So far my sisters use razors now and then so it can't be them (no offense intended sis', I love you very much). Can't be mom because she's naturally not that hairy, plus she's right behind me... unless the universe did an instant 180 which left me in front of her... nah! No thinks meh so. If Nahi gets caught, either she is toast or they'll eat rotisserie Alan for dinner with mashed potatoes... maybe it sounds good to you, but not to me. Keep focus on the story and not on tasty Alan for dinner...

One way or another I need to act fast because if my father or my sisters see Nahi... I already said what would happen. Gotta think... Gotta think, gotta think, gotta think... ¡Sí! (means yes in... that language everybody is talking about). I got it! It's risky but its better than nothing.

By the way I'm still in the pause because I had to think all of this stuff up and try to keep my cool in less than a split second or face the rotisserie oven.

By the way, end of pause...

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I crouch down knowing that mom will not see me while I baby-walk my way out of the kitchen, through the dining room and into the living room. I can hear the TV close, but I'm paying more attention on the deal at hand. I go behind the couch to see Nahi crouching pretty much like I was doing it. She looked better at it than I did, specially since I assume she's had a whole lot of practice doing it. Ironically, though, she probably used to do it as a predator and now she is doing it because she is a potential prey. She noticed me and gets close to me, I put my lips close to her ears, which she raised to hear me better.

Alan (In very low voice on Nahi's ears, calmly): The stairs are not in this direction. I'll go to the dining room and get up. Then I'll lead you to the stairs. Please stay low.

Nahi: Okay.

[Author: Fun fact: OK (pronounced Okay, oh-kay) has many places that do not claim its origin though they are blamed to have been their origin place (who doesn't want to claim something that is good? I don't know). It was used as a phrase in the war in vietnam as a means to say that nobody was killed; at this time it was referred to as OK, which meant zero (0) Kill (K). It also means that everything is alright... I'm just stalling so that Alan can think for another strategy because what is about to happen now will change his plans once again...]

OK, so I go into the dining room crouching and I find out that my little sister is looking down at me - most of the women in my family are tall. She was walking towards the livingroom so I had to come up with something fast or she'd either think that I was hiding something or she'd know that I was hiding something.

Alan: Hey sis can you help me find what I'm looking for.

Alan's Sister (Michelle-Augustine, also known as Trumps... that is another story to tell): What are you looking for?

Alan: I lost my... uh... (*two seconds silence*). 'I need to come up with something fast'. I lost my keychain. It has the keys to my... my safe. If I don't get it back then I can't do my homework. Can you help me.

Trumps: I don't believe you are telling me the truth. So, what's in the safe that you need to hide stuff in it under key? I didn't even know you had a safe. Spill the bills Alan!

Alan: I got nothing of your interest, but if you want to help me, maybe there's something in it for you.

Trumps: Bribery doesn't work on me and you know it. Either you tell me what is going on and what you are hiding in the safe or I'll just have to find out myself.

Alan: ... So you'll help me find the keys? If you do I'll let you see everything in it, K?

Trumps: I'll tell you what: I'll find the keys for you since I know you nerds don't have enough patience and I'll have an express ticket to your room after I find it. If I find something fishy in that safe I'll have you hanged!

Alan: These are not the medieval times. Tellison made the electric chair. Have an update on your torture sentences.

Like the electric chair was much of an improvement. By the way, I am a completely patient person. Don't listen to absolutely everything my little sister says... though she is right from time to time... Besides, if you have a weakness use it to your advantage. Turn it into a heap point so that you learn to control your situations. One way or another if I don't return to... Holy crap! She's not here (Nahi)!

I quickly go through the living room and scan the place only to see nobody, except my father watching television (it eats his mind completely to the point where he notices nothing else). I scan the rest of the possible locations she could be in the first floor... nothing to be seen. I head to the second floor and check to see if she's in the bathroom (first door to the left) to my surprise that my older sister is in there. I held my breath for so long that I turned into a rainbow of colors (not all at once), but I skipped a few colors at a time (from red to blue to green to orange... you get the idea). The question is: Is Nahi in there? I will not think about what they could both be doing in there; all I could think of for the moment was the torture of Nahi having to listen to my sisters' "singing" (more like squealing). She has a real talent... to the point where you would know that no rats, roaches, mice, termites or any other creature in its sane mind would ever go in while she's in there... ever!

I'll do a cross examination: She's not in my room. She's not in my parent's room (I'm getting nervous). She's not in my little sister's room (She could not have just disappeared into thin air... could she?). She's not in the guest room (I'm turning pale). Only one more place to look: my Older sister's room... a location where only female beings are allowed entrance... If I get caught in there I am equally toast as before wether they find Nahi or not. I open the door...

Alan's Older sister (Dinaira, also known as Kin): Who goes there?! Who dares open the door...

I paralyze into place

Kin: (*Continued singing*) ... to my heart!

I almost died, but at least I still got a chance. I know that I know that I know that she did not hear the door open (specially if she's squealing, sorry, singing the way she is right now).

The good news is that Nahi is here in my sister's room. No bad news for now.

Nahi: You didn't knock on the door. Am I supposed to stay in here still?

Alan: NO! This is NOT the first door to the left! This is the first door to the right! Do you want to get me killed?! One way or another you can't stay here. Come on!

I took Nahi to my room and closed the door! Mission accomplished!

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Not quite.

In my room I heard the door's knob twist... Either my worst fears have been realized or I'm hallucinating.

I grab the door knob immediately.

Alan: The room is closed for the moment... I really need some time to... uh... change my clothes.

Trumps: I have no time for this game Alan. I know you are hiding something. And I want you to know that there was no keychain with any keys on the floor in the dining room. Open the door!

In my house hold, since I am the middle offspring, I should have power over the smallest offspring due to culture sense in this part of Lantaria (the continent I live in); but, since I am the only male sibling within this household my sisters own my A** (what? my Androgenic Contour ==> AGC...). The only thing I could do now while I find a hiding place for Nahi is to thwart Trump's plans for world domination... starting by my room.

Alan: You can come in if you want, but if you want to see me naked I can always give you a nice show.

Trumps: Keep your nastiness to yourself.

Alan: Then stop bothering me. I am trying to concentrate right now. I really need to fight with this zipper (*zipping sounds coming from the room, not on Alan's pants*).

Trumps: I'll give you five minutes, then you're the next topic in history class... how the worst people in the world had their worst days end them... That will be the topic I'll be the teacher and you'll be in my books' first chapter!

Alan: I love you too honey (*said with a sweet voice*).

Trumps: Urgh!

Well, at long last I am alone and there is no one bothering us. Why then do I hear a 'blearghh' sound? (*Stomach sounds from Nahi's stomach*).

Alan: Nahi I need to hide you somewhere fast. By the way, is that you?

Nahi: I am hungry Alan. I need something to eat or I'll go berserk.

Alan: Don't go feral on me! I need you sane, calm and collected. The only way I can hide you here is if you stay calm and collected. Repeat after me: Calm... and... co-llect-ted.

I really dislike it when someone makes me repeat what they say, but for some reason I was doing it myself. Don't you hate it when you dislike someone doing something to you but you end up doing that same thing to someone else, sometimes someone you don't know very well? It makes me feel annoyed and mad at the same time.

Alan: Nahi. I need to change my clothes. Otherwise they'll suspect I am doing something fishy inhere. What I'll do is just change my shirt, but I want you to get into the closet while I get the shirt I'll wear. Once you are inside the closet don't open it for nothing of this world. You get caught: we are toast... the both of us!

Nahi: I'm so hungry... *bleargh, stomach sounds*.

Alan: Fine. I'll go downstairs and get you something to eat, but I need you to stay in the closet for now.

Nahi: I will eat you if you don't get me something to eat! Not the kind of eating most males think of... I will eat you raw and in pieces.

I was sorta freaked for a moment, but I figured she was either having fun with me or she was really threatening to eat me. I had more reasons to suspect the latter since she had matching facial expressions indicating her hunger.

I changed my shirt, went downstairs and just as I entered the kitchen... it hit me. How am I gonna get the food out of the kitchen and into my room? Oh! and without being noticed? Not to mention the fact that my mildly out-to-get-me little sister is looking for me and I have about 2 minutes left on my grace period. I guess that sometimes the best strategy is none at all. I went into the fridge and checked in there and I asked myself: what do lions eat anyways? When you are under stress you forget half of what you know. It always happens, even if you are a nerd... ALWAYS! After half a minute I figured they eat just about anything so I grabbed whatever I could find. Too bad that in my house that wonderful habit of having leftovers isn't really encouraged, so I grabbed whatever I could piece together on the way. The good news is that I encountered nobody on the way towards my room (did my luck change?). The bad news is that whatever I brought was not really to Nahi's liking so I was on the verge of being eaten by a now mad lioness (instead of mad cow's disease I got mad lion's syndrome; not on me but over me, lingering like a bad omen). I guess I had to go downstairs... again.

I went downstairs. I opened the fridge. I got some meat this time (I didn't give any of the previous food back... I'll have to get rid of it later on). I also looked at the freezer and, oh goody, I found meat popsicles! Have you ever had a meat popsicle? Its this yummy gourmet candy made out of some OLD, cold DRIED, freezer BURNT meat that had been there for more than five years without touching. I just noticed how well cold rhymes with old... I also noticed one of those language quirks where something can be burned while its cold (go figure... though its not really good for you if you actually get a cold burn). Don't judge me for making fun of the meat, I really think that it is older than Trumps! It is my best shot anyway and, who knows? Maybe it's like whine. The older it is the better is tastes?

I heat the meat up in our infrared oven (much faster than a conventional electric oven) and go upstairs. Just in case I left one "meat popsicle" frozen to see if she'd like it. I walk into my room only to find a mess and an intruder going through my stuff.

Alan: I only thought that the little green goblins would help you if you'd be asleep, but apparently I have one helping me in my room! Only thing is that the little green goblin is making a rather big mess! What are you looking for Michelle Augustine, alias Trumps?

Trumps: I am looking for your secret. There is no end as to the reasons why I would love to tell on you.

Alan: I shall prove to you that I have a safe... AND... that I have a key to it.

The truth is that not many people know about my safe, not because I have kept some ultra secret stuff in there, but because I actually keep my homework in there; except this is not university homework, this is work-related homework (more work from work... great). I take out the key from the top of my table (I had put it there when I came into the room the first time). I go to the backside of my bed and slide the tall clothes drawer to reveal the hidden safe that was behind it. The quirk of being me is that, on top of being a nerd, I actually like to work with hands-on work so I actually made a hidden compartment out of a functional clothes drawer (I also painted the drawer with two coats of bernice; gave it a warm feel). I am known for my handy work, but that aside I still had to open the safe. Two turns and a click later... Voila! Papers! Should I mention the many ink squiggles?

Alan: I really needed that key (*said matter-of-factly with an unnoticeable smirk*). Just in case, there is only papers, but I promised you something from inside it. I can't give you anything that is inside it, but I can always give you the fruits of what those papers mean; in other words money for helping me.

Trumps: I'm watching you... Three settled payments to my account. Aka. the piggy bank in my room. One for the next three days and with a 12% interest rate.

Alan: You drive a hard bargain specially noting that you didn't actually find the key and that you have been giving me a hard time. However I shall consider the offer for your fruitless services (*money being counted on the background*)... Here you go.

I ended up giving her &50.

[Note from author: I am currently using the "&" symbol as a currency symbol. I really don't use it for anything else during my writing and I don't want to use any country's currency sign since it might point out that these events are occurring in that country. Nuff said (Enough said). BTW &50 are more or less like $20]

My choices were: either I gave her money or I ended up having my secret discovered. I'd rather lose than lose, so I lost out in the end. It was a lose-lose situation from the beginning... *Gurgling sounds heard throughout the room*. Shoot! That's right! Nahi!

Alan: You can come out now. I got something you might like!

Nahi: I'll... eat... anything... give... me... food... NOW!

Alan: Right here!

Thank God I got good reflexes, she almost ate my finger when I pointed towards the food. One way or another I had to go downstairs for my own food, so I didn't stay for the party. I did get to hear many gobbling up sounds coming from the room, just before I heard mom say "Food's ready!".

Peaceful times reigned within the kingdom for a while. I went down stairs and joined the table; always washing my hands before I eat and holding the chair out for the ladies.

Alan's Father (Tironeo, also known as Tironeus and as Joe for some unknown reason): So, son, how was your day?

Of course to make the long story short... yeah right I already told the real story anyways, shah... I smoothed things out. I said I was almost hit by a car instead of being chased by a wild man-eating lioness (I was almost hit by a van anyways, so I was not lying... just hiding the truth *lowly smirk*), I did not talk at all about any kind of smooching activity (I sinned by not saying that I kissed a girl; woman in my case). I talked about what I did at school (I attend Coronario University full time, I'll explain later) and what I did at work. Otherwise a real boring day. I hate it when I lie, I really do. That's why I'm so bad at it, but when I do I feel bad about it. However, I know that it is for a good cause, I'm helping someone that needs my help so it pays off even when I get nothing in return.

We ate dinner and everything went normally, I noted that Trumps and Kin were quite calm (I foresee a smooth weather tonight with low humidity and a temperature of tolerable degrees Fahrenheit, completely free of Trumpster storms and Kin quakes). Father was kinda low, but he usually is for this season (his overall mood depends on the season, not by actual events... you know: duck season, deer season, basketball season... he wishes he could shoot in all of the ones mentioned). I already heard mom's story so I was surprised she was energetic at the table (maybe one too many a cup o' Joe?). After dinner comes TV time, but for us nerds we do theoretical physics in a lab. Too bad I don't have a lab, but I do have a room with a table and some paper and ink and quill so I actually do my double-time homework (work and school homework). My usual friends the calculator and computer were not the only ones accompanying me for today's study session so I needed to be as polite as always and explain absolutely everything I was doing (which made my productivity go down about 80% but made Nahi's go up by 20%) (in good ol' English I used up most of my time so she would be able to understand what I was doing). I discovered that having a study partner which doesn't understand anything of the study topic actually helps you understand everything better (you have to explain it so many times you learn it by heart). It was about this time that my mother interrupted me and asked me to print something.

Some time after my study session...

Alan: I need to figure out how I'm going to keep you here, Nahi; specially if you're gonna have more of those hunger fits you have, no offense intended.

Nahi: None taken. I am thinking about leaving anyways. I can't be stuck inside the house forever. I'm going to want to go out and I know that going out of the house and coming back into the house is going to be a very big problem.

Alan: But what about your conquest? Will you have someone to help you in finding the people you need to find? Will you be able to quench your thirst for forgivingness?

Nahi: I'm thinking that my ambitions drive me harder towards searching for healing instead of searching for knowledge and "forgivingness".

I know that if she goes back into "the wild" she'll just get killed and I did not pass through a lot of trouble just so she could throw it to the trash. I know I sound selfish, but if she's gotten this far I'll make her go farther into the bush. That is a clean intentioned expression. (Author: Meh, too lazy to erase it. Besides, I know he means it cleanly. Trust me, I'm the author.) I think I got an idea as to how she can stay. Universities in this country are a wonderful thing!

Alan: I know! How about you come to the university with me tomorrow. You look the age many Kheths do at my classes. I'll ask a few favors from some of the staff, pull a few strings and maybe you'll be let into the campus without any kind of problems!

Nahi: Why are you helping me so much?

Alan: Do you really want to know?

Nahi: I think that forgiving me for trying to kill you is one thing, but letting me into your house and giving me food means that there is another level of treatment. I am not seeing a profit for you.

Alan: I am very different than many of the people I know. I am a person that believes that when you help those in need without expecting anything in return you get a whole lot more satisfaction out of life. What do you prefer: being a sour couch potato with just a handful o' friends that don't really care about you because they know you and they KNOW you, or no handful of friends, but the fact that many of the people that see you know that you are a nice person and find an awesomeness and liking towards you? I just like to help people. It is in my nature.

Nahi:... I never figured humans to be able to think like this...

Alan: Besides, I can't stand the fact that Kheths have been held in segregation despite the fact that the retribution time is over. There is no reason why humans and Kheths need to be in enmity anymore. I feel that Kheths and humans are, to a certain point, pretty much the same. Some Kheths have a little more hair than others; some men have more hair than others too (some people find that cool, by the way). Some Kheths are less approachable than many; some of my friends are too (no offense guys)! Most of you guys walk on two legs and some walk on four legs, in human nature there are many that, though they walk on two legs they act like animals all the time.

(Author: sorry if I'm blunt, it is not meant as an offense, actually meant as a... its part of the story guys; don't take it personal; besides we mostly think of ourselves as Kheths anyways... we call Kheths furries in this world)

Alan: What I mean to say is that there is no reason why Kheths should live in virtual segregation when the idea was to make good integration. I want to make the difference and stand up for Kheths; and on the way learn what its like to relate to them, to your kind. Is that too much to ask? I know I have done much more for you than even your kind might do for you, but that doesn't mean I have a reason to do so. I want you around because I want to help you, not gain something from you. Is that understandable?

Nahi:... You know... you are too complex for me to analyze in one go. I... I know that... I know now that you are a good person. How will this help me in my "supposed quest"?

Alan: I am good with computers. I can pretty much find anything you need. I got friends that can help me too. I can tap into any sphere of the social contour if I really wanted to (I haven't done it yet so I am speaking theoretically). Plus, if my scheme works successfully, I'll be able to keep you in the guest room by telling my parents that you are an exchange student and need a place to stay for a while. One way or another, I want to help you for what happened at your village. You don't need to go through more pain than what you've already been through. You need peace and some aid. Afterwards, if you want, you could get on your feet and start a business here or work for one... make a living and survive. I know the culture is probably different than the one you are used to, but you can most seemingly prosper if you put your mind and effort into it.

Nahi: I... I'll try.

Alan: I do know that I have a problem though. Our university has a uniform. If you don't go on uniform you can't get in... Maybe if I lend you my uniform you can get in unnoticed.

Nahi: I will not fit into your clothes.

Alan: I can try to re-stitch something for you.

Nahi: Even if you do, there is no way I could fit in them.

Alan: Pray I thou tell me why. (Close to: Please tell me why?)

Nahi: I have some... certain... thoracic appendages [my chests are pretty big] and certain... sub-abdominal features .

Alan: I did not notice...

(Author: he lies!)

Alan: I will still try it because there is no other uniform in the house for you... unless... it doesn't need to be in the house... I'll call a friend of a friend of mine who might know someone with, more-or-less your size(s). Let's see... about 38-29-40, probably D cup. You'll need a hole on the skirt for your tail... about 2 inch diameter plus a little more so that its not too tight. We nerds are good with measurements usually, but some of my friends only know how to do it with the metric system.

Of course I called and made a few reservations (school uniforms). My friend found someone. It was the friend of the friend of the cousin of the... you get the picture... she understood the situation and she decided to lend them for a low fee (just that we'd clean the clothes after they were used). I'd need to get a bra tomorrow morning since underwear was not included in the deal completely understandable, but other than that the plan is perfect.

Alan: Well Nahi, everything is set. Today we hide and tomorrow we come in through the front door!

Nahi: Thank you. I guess I owe you... By the way... um... Do you really not know what a french is, or are you kidding?

Alan: Of course I know what a French is! A French is a trans-dimentional person that comes from a country called France in another world. Apparently they appeared here through a time-expansion continuum gate that was opened to keep ultra-volatile electro-macnetic...

Nahi: You are hopeless child. Thank goodness the weather is perfect for "night time activities"... I guess I'll need to show you what a french is again...

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I was making this story and as I was making it I noticed that the nick names of the girls (Alan's sisters) make the name Trumps-Kin which sounds just like Trumpkin (Prince Caspian's loyal dwarf, from the Chronicles of Narnia). Ironically if you say Alan's name just right it might sound just like Aslan... I noticed when I edited the story that the names of the sisters combined actually sounded familiar and, thanks to a good ol' search engine we all know of, I found out where it came from. The reason why I actually gave the two sisters their specific nicknames and that they actually ended up being just like that is unbeknownst to me, but I do know that it was unintentional. Trumps derives from triumph - because she always gets her way - and Kin means family or family relations - because Kin is actually a very sociable and family person, except with anything that has to do with someone intruding in her room, then she turns into your worst nightmare... why? Maybe I'll say in another story.

A few remarks about the story: Tellison is the last name of Thomas A. Edison. I can't really use the names of the people in history because the story takes place in a "completely" different world. Dhör is the story's version of Thor by the way.

Thank you guys for reading.