Now I know what you may be thinking. "Jake you pointy haired middle manager. What makes you any better than the bastards that are your kind".  "Well" I would answer. "What about the fact that I am banging an alien reptile lady who's species is ruling us AND her hot demonic friend as well?" That got your attention didnt it? Now before you start undoing your zippers let me tell you that this isnt your ordinary love story that you have read in your cheesy fiction magazines and the truths that I have uncovered has been rather... disturbing by human standards.

I suppose I should start at the beginning then. I guess you can call me your average Joe, a feature which has aided me MUCH in my political career. Standing at 6.2 feet or 185cm if you would like, I always sported short dirty blond hair which was more brown then blond, a fact which irritated me a bit. I had a small 6 pack, both because it was necessary to appeal to the masses  and because I enjoyed sports, which only further served to endear me to the public. If you couldnt guess already I enrolled in the political university, or politicology if you will, when I was 20 years old. My parents were overjoyed, especially since I am their only kid. My father in particular was happy about my choice, because he had a burning hatred for the eastern Empire ever since they invaded Alaska in the early 23rd century, causing his parents to flee it along with him, who was just an infant at the time. Yes after world war 4 things were a bit... alarming as he would put it. But enough about politics for now lets proceed with our story.

I graduated the uni just 2 weeks short of my 25th birthday and while I did get very good grades, I personally was a bit disappointed when out of a class of 200 I was deemed the 15h best. Yes I am spoiled a bit. Professor Johnson, my personal favorite, warned me that I will spend the next few years being a yes man to various people and it was obvious in his voice that he detested that part of politics but... I was young and to be honest any work that I could have gotten at that point would have earned me more than 100k per year at least so whats to complain about? I decided against joining a political party, mostly because my father was in a pro world war 5 party called "Freedom bringers", the name says it all doesnt it... I on the other hand am a pro peace man myself. Ok stop rushing me I promise I am getting to the good part.

It was just a few months after my graduation that I got a job in the city hall. There was an unofficial comity there, 3 people who couldnt be more stereotypically evil politicians if they tried, decided to get me on board. True to professor Johnsons words I was basically a yes man, a over glorified secretary, but the wage was nice so I didnt complain. This lasted for 6 months... then she came. Basically over night, the overweight man that was my boss, mister Alan, came to me, sweating as he rubbed his balding head as he shifted through the paper work.

"We are getting a new boss it seems. Correction, YOU are getting a new boss it seems!" he said, panting like a overweight pig... dont tell him I said that.

"Yes sir!" I said cheerfully, my fake smiled practically frozen on my face as my fair, slightly tanned skin shivered in disgust underneath my office suit. Then again I am probably disgusting to some other people, but thats not the point. Alan looked at me then out the window nervously and I knew something was up.

"They are sending me away.... sending all of us away... except you Jake..." the envy was obvious in his voice. His two colleagues were going with him? The two men were skinny men who looked like they walked out of a propaganda poster saying how capitalism was wrong. In truth I was glad, but I refused to show it.

"Where to Sir?" I said while giving him his coffee. "Who is replacing you?" I asked, slightly getting out of character. I could afford it, these people were going away after all.

"They are sending us to the fringes of the city... to do irrelevant duties... hold meaningless positions." Anger was evident in his voice but I paid him no heed, merely raising an eyebrow at that. "They are replacing us with some young, pumped up woman who has undoubtedly spread her legs to get where it took us ages of hard work to earn it!" He said, snapping the pencil in his hand from pure anger. "Listen son." he told me, being affectionate for the first time... ever? "You fuck her. And you fuck her good! That's the way that you will advance in this world!" He practically commanded me.

"Yes, sir!" I said with a smile, this time a genuine one.

The weekend was usual but the next week was one of the best I had on my work, the three were gone and I was alone in the huge office which had only one exist. I spend the first few days tidying it up but the last few days were practically free for me and I spend them playing video games in the office. Shouting loudly on the mic when I heard those eastern scumbags on the game. History teaches us that the first cold war happened 3 centuries ago. Still, learning Russian, or panslavic, how they call it now was a great boon in my later political life. Then on the following Monday... she came....

I have arrived 15 minutes earlier than the beginning of the work hour, as was my habit at the time and just as I was settling into my morning routine two people arrived through the door. What followed was quite easily the single most awkward conversation I had in my entire life so far and I have rather good social skills mind you. First came a man, slightly shorter than me, who looked like a cross breed between a 1920s Italian gangster and a stereotypical man in black, being dressed for the part. He was old and his eyes were cunning but lifeless and he had an aura that made me uneasy  for some reason. He was holding numerous files in his hand as a woman followed him. The sight of her made me gulp and blush, for she was seemingly towering over me, standing at above 2 meters, her blue high heels only making her taller. She was strong, but womanly and fair, having the same white, barely tanned skin like me and her eyes were blue. Her hair on the other hand was oddly... militaristic in my opinion, being rather short and going up instead of falling down, giving her the same image of a pointy haired middle manager as I had, but she was a tad bit more militaristic, like a lesbian drill sergeant as she stood there seemingly uninterested in the whole afair as her single piece blue dress hung just below her knees. She had a lovely perfume, but still gave off an awkward aura that made me uneasy, same as the old man.

"Subject Jake Krowenshall, highly educated, smart and efficient." The man said in front of me while he never actually looked at me, instead opting to look at the papers in his hands. This made me even more worried but I stood my ground and kept my composure.

"Yes sir how may I assist you?" I offered, looking him straight in the eye but keeping my head slightly low, as I was thought in the uni, unverbal communication was the key. Still these two seemingly didnt care about it, like they were autistic.

"Advantages: efficient, smart, adaptable, loyal" the man listed off and while awkward I immediately went to say 'Im flattered' still he continued emotionlessly before I could say anything. "Flaws: carefree, too timid and not ruthless enough to fulfill his ambition..." he said outlining some words and I was confused, blushing slightly, despite my education and training. "and has a recent habit of enjoying himself at work once he has finished all the tasks, instead of making up new tasks." the man added, almost robotically. I was dumbfucked. How did he know I was playing god damned videogames at work? Sure there were cameras but all the ones I knew of were in no position to see the contents of my... procreation. Was this some sort of test? Some evaluation of my performance when Im left alone? Such things werent unheard of, especially when hunting loyalist spies.

"Excuse me, you seem to know a lot about me." I said with a innocent laugh. Let them think I am stupid! If they were from internal control or to go by its official name 'the office of internal affairs', better to be incompetent than calculated! "May I inquire who are you?" I said, perhaps a bit too naively than I should. Still the man paid me no heed. To my surprise the woman spoke. She had not once moved her eyes away from her partner. By my calculations she was around my age.

"Will he be able to fulfill the tasks before him?" She asked the man, as if I wasnt there at all. The whole thing was surreal, so I just let it play itself out, looking stupidly at the two. This they dont teach you at uni.

"Oh yes!" The man said, his voice being so unnerving as if he was someone who had never felt emotions but was trying his best to mimic them. "You will have all the free time to focus on your objective. You can work a long time with him and he wont bother you." the man said as they walked besides me. What... the fuck?

"Excuse me-" I began but the woman either cut me off, or didnt hear me at all as I said my words.

"What off the internal?" Yes what off it!? Are these guys from internal control? Seems not.

"Dont mind them, they wont be bothering us." The man said with such certainty that it was basically a fact as far as was concerned. I failed not to blush in both excitement and fear. True I was only here for half a year but so far everyone trembled at the mere thought of internal affairs. People spoke of it as if it was a subsidiary of the CIA who, as it was rumored was mercilessly hunting down any potential spies. I dont know was it paranoia, but I feared that these people were spies and that they confused me with someone.

"And what of the side work?" The woman asked. The what now? Let me explain to you readers how it works. People from the top of the small pyramid we are in, that is to say the mayor and the city council, send us the paperwork for the projects and we review them, modify them and generally do quality control before sending them in effect. Basically so far my superiors and I were the people who make the plans and ideas of our leaders into a reality by coordinating the efforts. Still none of them ever mentioned side work of any sorts. I still didnt know how to get into the conversation at hand.

"Leave the hum..." the man cleared his throat and continued. "Leave Jake to handle it, you focus on the main objective." He said calmly and handed her the paper work. I finally had had enough of this.

"Excuse me." I said in the most ass licking way possible "But who are you? I was informed that my new superior will arrive today-" I spoke politely but the woman cut me off. Her gaze was... strange... she looked at me directly and sideways at the same time. It was difficult to explain it but she made me feel uneasy. Not in the 'Im the boss kind of way' nor in the 'I know you want to fuck me' way. I studied unverbal communication but trust me, that was not the reason why I was uneasy. For some reason I felt that I was talking to something... inhuman?

"Yes I am she." she said briefly, almost in a militaristic fashion. Her choice of words perplexed me a bit but hey who was I to judge? I nodded politely and kept my perpetual fake smile.

"I see you are already informed about me, may I ask who you are?" Stupid Jake... yes I should be humble and meek but I could have formulated that better. Oh well no matter. She maybe my boss from planet x, y or z (funny how that came out to be true later on) and she may behave as a novice spy (which again turned out to be somewhat true)  but she wasnt from internal control and I was in no immediate danger. While I am a patriot, I look for my ass first than for the ass of my country. Still what happened next confused me and only added to the awkwardness of the situation. The woman and the man looked at each other. She was subtly nervous and trying her best to make sure that the man doesnt realize it. Judging by the soft smile on the man's face I concluded that she failed. I thought that she began sweating as if she was a student on the exam and she didnt study. Still, what is there to be nervous about, you are my boss and I merely asked you for your name.

"Deborah..." she finally answered, awkwardly, not looking at me in the eyes but instead looking at the man. Then she opened the files and her eyes widened slightly. "Debra" she corrected herself. Wait... she didnt even know her name? The whole student who didnt study metaphor continued as the man looked at her skeptically.

"Pleased to meet you." I said instinctively, trying to be genuine but sounding naive in the current context. "May I ask where are you from? I havent seen you around here. You were transferred I take it?" I said and she looked at me with a mixture of anger and annoyance, as if the teacher asked another student to give her a question and I had seemed to pick a question which she didnt study for.

"Yes thats right she comes from a different state, dont you Debra?" The man jumped in to save her ass. Still his words were fake and the aura of fear and awkwardness lingered as the woman coldly looked AT HER OWN FILE!!!???

"Yes I come from Alaska." She said with such confidence that you could be forgiven for believing her. Still having to look up WHERE you come from? They really should have trained her better...

"Really my father's family is from there." I began but once again the man, who was looking at her with a stern smile, saved her.

"I am sure that you two will get along just well..." The man said in his odd tone once more before he departed. As he walked passed me I noticed that he had a particular smell about him. No it wasnt that regular old people smell, it was one that was... otherworldly... and I mean that in the full sense of the word. It wasnt foul, but it was  unpleasant. Thankfully the woman before me wore perfume and also thankfully I had trained my fake smile that I was able to keep my composure. Now alone I decided to pretend that she was normal and that the man was not.

"Who was he and is he always like that?" I asked naively, yet my act was serious enough to fool her, if not to warrant a full response. For a moment she stood there, her tall form examining me, before she finally spoke with disinterest.

"I will be in my new office if you need me..." She said and turned around, heading into Alan's former office, closing and locking the door behind her. Now ok THAT was weird and was a bit worried but hey Im just your average yesman.

Now just a side note, our department has 5 rooms, 1 main room, 1 main office, 1 large office which also functioned as a store room and 2 smaller offices. With the departure of my three former bosses I took the liberty of moving my computer and my stuff out of my office and into the main room, as I saw it fit. For the rest of that day I worked normally, until it was about 3PM and a secretary came to me. Jessica, a brunet gave me some files for urban development in plan. I thanked her and moved to the main office, which surprisingly only had a door and you were unable to see in it as it had no windows. During the entire day Debra didnt leave her room. Ok so she was odd and antisocial I thought, but still I should be nice to her, for she is my superior. I knocked on the door and after a few seconds I heard a unlocking noise, as most our doors were controlled remotely.

"Come in!" I heard her voice. For some reason I shivered, as if it was cold. Opening the door I was shocked. First of all the entire room was nearly twice warmer then the main room was and I instantly began sweating. Nearly EVERYTHING was moved out of the room and I do mean everything.... Alan had a lot of memorophilia and even if he took it all that still didnt explain the site before me. All that seemed to remain, was a closet, a large one close to the door which had a couple of drawers. There wasnt a single pile of papers in this room and it was tidy because it simply lacked a mess... literally. One other thing was a table in the back of the room. On it stood three monitors with holographic capability, but were they the same ones Alan used I didnt know, nor did I care. The windows were covered shut, allowing only a small amount of light into the room. The whole scene looked surreal and all it lacked was some atmospheric or creepy music to make it an ideal spy or horror movie. In the dim light Debra looked even more frightening. Still, I must admit that seeing her strong legs bellow her desk was rather pleasing.

"Yes?" She said, looking at me in a almost animalistic manner. Now let me tell you, as I said I did sports, I was a rather strong fellow and indeed I still am. I had by this point gotten used to all the political shenanigans around me but that woman frightened me. Even when she was sitting I felt that she was higher than me. Once again my neutral, smiling face saved me as I approached her, her staring eyes like that of a predator fixed at me. I handed her the documents and said.

"Just some files for urban development." my tone was serious and professional and yet casual. Looking at them and listing them, Debra skimmed over them before looking at me. Curiosity was omnipresent in her eyes, yet she proceeded carefully. Still, none of that prevented me from being downright shocked with what she said next.

"Yes and what am I suppose to do with them?" She SERIOUSLY asked me that! WITH a straight face on! This time I couldnt contain my shock and I laughed gently. I scratched my head instinctively wondering what were the idiots in the upper echelons thinking. Did she really not know her job? Still her face was serious and her gaze fixed.

"Well..." I began slowly. "Our job is to basically put in motion the decisions of the city council and that of the mayor. In the specific case the mayor decided that new pipelines were needed in the district 22 and his order went to the planers, architects and the engineers who made up all these plans and it is up to us to approve them and to see if they fit." I spend some time explaining our job to my superior.... gosh how that sentence sounds odd. To her credit, she did listen to me carefully, paying attention to every detail.

"Jake was it?" she asked. I both nodded approvingly and said 'yes' instinctively. She held her hand to her chin thinking before responding to me. "Are you an engineer?" she asked me, her eyebrows finally risen in a bit of casuality, which did nothing to stop me from sweating profusely at the heat in the room.

"No?" I answered carefully. She looked at me and nodded gently before looking down at the plans on her table. With the corner of my eye I saw that one of the monitors held a camera network of our workplace. Why was it there? Was it even suppose to be there? Was it legal? Alan never had such a system.

"Then how is it up to you to decide if professional plans are adequate or not?" She asked. THE WOMAN ASKED ME THIS! Not just a woman, my SUPERIOR asked me this!? This alone set off a few alarm bells but that combined with what happened today made me wonder what was going on. This time keeping a slightly more serious face I pointed to the plans.

"Well..." I began slowly. "I can already see that they plan to make a section of the pipeline above ground, the said pipeline would cross both a childrens playground and a empty plot where a new building is scheduled. It is up to us to find such irregularities." I explained to her. Once more she paid close attention to my words but hints of disinterest were noticeable on her face here and there. She held the side of her face in her hand and her index finger  holding her template as she examined  the papers.

"I see..." she began casually. "Are you able to spot these inconsistencies on yourself?" I was speechless...  still deciding to get this over with I fell back into my usual routine.

"Yes, ma'am" I told her. She nodded.

"Do you need my help in any way with the said project?" she asked. This also confused and angered me. Still I went straight to explaining myself.

"My former superiors would be the ones who thoroughly examine them. I was usually given the first crack at them to find all the major mistakes on them but then they would look at them. Still, at this point I am confident in my experience and ability." I said. For some reason I just wanted to get out of this room. IT WAS HELL INSIDE!

"mhmmm..." she said approvingly. Then she looked at me... awkwardly.

"Still..." I added. "If you desire me to do these plans and any such projects on my own I would gladly do them and free up your time, so you can focus on your work." Now trust me, those words were only PARTIALLY mine. Yes I am an ass licker, a brown noser, a boss pleaser, but to offer to do all the work for a person whos origins worried me... that was a bit too much.

"Good." she said lightening up a bit further. "Is there anything else?" she asked.

"While these projects take up most of our time, we are required sometimes to attend a ceremony or two and while usually our spokesmen do all the talking, if journalists wish to interview us, we should answer their questions to the best of our abilities if not instructed otherwise." the words came naturally this time. "Also as my superior you must sign the plans with your professional opinion written, both on building, economic or any other plans we may be assigned to inspect." I finished. Moving she took a piece of paper from somewhere and using a pen she had written something on the paper before handing me it.

"I trust you are able to write that opinion for me. That is my signature, copy it and use it. You are dismissed." She said. I was... blown out of reality, but I complied, wishing to be out of there I nodded and left the room.

"Close the door behind you." She calmly called out, I complied and the moment I closed them I heard a locking sound. By this point I was soaking wet and I went to my chair to relax myself. The end came soon after and seeing that Debra didnt leave her office by 4:30 I knocked again and with the pleasantries once more out of the way I told her that the shift was over and that I am leaving. Once more lost in thought and her chin in her hand she spoke.

"Alright... you neednt have informed me of that, at 4PM you are free to go." What... the hell? My fake smile on I asked her.

"Arent you leaving as well?" my tone was casual.

"No..." she responded, the subtle tones of her voice telling me I wasnt welcome in this hell of hers.

"Why are you staying?" I said, lowering my professionalism.

"I still have some work to do." she instantly declared, looking at her monitor. Curiosity getting better of me I spoke in a most polite tone I could muster.

"What work?" I asked. Now if I was frightened before I was downright scared shitless now as she shot me a stare so frightening that the deadman stare had nothing on it. It was a predatorish stare, her eyes feeling black as void. I didnt want to press it, for obvious reasons. "Right... work." I said awkwardly. "I am here to help if you need me." I offered awkwardly but her stare was still there. "If you need any help just call me, I am going now!" I said naively and left, shivering.

Once at home, a 15 minute walk, I practically ran to the bathroom and undressing myself I stepped into the shower, letting the cold water wash out my sweat and contemplate what the HELL happened today. I came to the conclusion that I was involved in some really shady shit. The dinner brought me some relief, at the expense of my parents. Yes I live with my parents shut up about it. Living together was cheaper and cost me merely  1.5k per month of my 12.5k salary. I was saving up to build myself a private residence in one of the 10 upper districts of the city and that wasnt cheap. Also some stocks I owned helped somewhat. My parents were invasive about what had gotten me all worried up but I just told them it was stressful at work, some usual BS.

Anyway tomorrow I arrived early. Even earlier than my 15 minute early arrival and the office was as I had left it. Out of pure simple curiosity I went to the door of the main office and peaked through the keyhole, funny that we have those in this day and age. Still I was shocked. Debra was still here and on her computer already, her headphones on and a mic near her lips as she talked over it. I couldnt make out the words but they werent English that much was certain. If she wasnt a spy then I wasnt a human. Still I just minded my own business and for the next 8 hours she didnt ONCE leave her office. NOT ONCE!  And once 4PM arrived I waited for her once more. At 4:30PM I stopped waiting and went home.

This arrangement continued for a few months and every once in a while I checked on her. She was always there before me and left... honestly I doubted if she ever left. During this time I had only three times entered her office. Two times it was that we were called to an event and she told me to go solo and basically be her representative, the room being hell that it was the first time I entered it. The third time was peculiar. One of the city planers wanted to talk to her because of a slight misunderstanding, but in truth it was me because as established it was me who did all the work and it was me who was writing her opinion and signing her. Illegal? Yes. Did it keep me away from her? Yes, so who cared. That latest time I entered her room I was surprised to find it was COLD AS FUCK! I mean I could see my breath turn to vapor in front of my very own eyes. Her breath on the other hand did not... was she even breathing? Of course she send me instead of her. Also another thing HOWCOME SHE HAD THAT SAME DAMNED BLUE DRESS ALL THE TIME!?!? DID SHE EVER TAKE IT OFF? I had had enough of this and taking my father's Elon mark 8 car. Once long ago the company which made it was called Tesla motors. After the battle for the Balkans in world war 3 they decided to rename it as anything remotely chinese, russian or slavic was purged from 55 states of America. Ahh... what times to be alive and to think world war 5 hangs in over our heads... Anyways back to the story.

I was parked in front of our part of the city council building, my darkened windows providing me with anonymity. At 6PM she finally left the facility. Now let me tell you that following her was hard. Simply because she was walking towards the poorer districts of the city. Now the city council building was made before the whole division of districts idea but now it stood in the 8th district, with districts being divided from 1 being the best and 50th being the worst. Anyway she walked over an hour and finally reaching the 26th district she entered a tall residential building. Now another history lesson. Ever since the US reached the 500 million people mark the cities were continuously built to height and not in width, so a person could walk through our city of 2 million people in less than 12 hours. Her residential building was unremarkable, one of the many ugly white buildings which, if not for the technology in it, would be easily mistaken for a socialistic mass housing project which in truth it was. I was not sure if she was on to me, but being inexperienced in trailing people I did make a traffic jam or two and the commotion that followed it. Not being satisfied with the answer, not that I knew what I was looking for in the first place. Still WHY was she living here? She as my superior had to have a salary of at least 200k $ per year? She could easily be above the 20th district. Returning home I decided to play it cool for the next couple of weeks, not that I saw her during that time. Then it happened....

It was a Friday and I had finally dared to proceed with another one of my curious plans. I arrived the earliest that I had ever arrived on my job, that is to say at 7am. Somehow deep down I knew that she had arrived before me. Anyway I hung about the main room, doing some menial tasks before figuring. "Hm... I havnt looked at her in a while, sure its stalker-y and she does have the camera's to look at me but what the hell..." And with that I moved to the thankfully large keyhole on her door. Now if you were expecting this to be some sort of super romantic reveal I am sorry but thats not how it happened as you may have figured out. At first I knelt down and looked through the keyhole. She was sitting in her usual position , her legs thankfully spread. She may be some antisocial bitch but she is sure a pretty one, thought I back then. Then as if teasing me she closed her legs and got up. My heart skipped a beat as she moved away from her desk and took a few paces towards me. I wanted to piss myself, SHE SAW ME! SHE DEFINITLY SAW ME! WHAT DO I DO!?!? Then... she stopped. I breathed out a sigh of relief and disbelief as she took her high heels off. What? I heard her sigh in annoyance as she took her one piece blue dress of and let  it lazily fall to the ground. It was then that my heart truly sank. Her body was unbelievable! It was seemingly natural and beautiful and she had a six pack, but in a womanly feminine way, as if the body was carved out for her. I felt myself getting hard instinctively as I examined her white plain bra and her white panties. You couldnt imagine my luck when she took them off!!! I was drooling, so unprofessional of me.

"Holy..." I began as her bra fell and her panties slid down. She was now entirely naked in her office as she stretched out. True she was sitting a lot and she seemed to be hot, then again she could just TURN DOWN THE TERMOSTAT! Anyway I was intrigued  by a small golden ring like object on her lush breast. As if reading my thoughts she looked at it and took it off. Then... well, let's just say magic happened in front of my eyes and a golden light began moving in waves from the place the ring was on and it moved all across her body. With it all of her disappeared and green skin became apparent in its place. Scales like those of a chameleon as colors of all sorts started moving on the green scales. There was a clear division between its belly scales and those of its limbs. The creatures hands and feet had fingers which ended in short claws and while the shape was humanoid, it was definitely alien. It was only then that I paid attention to the head itself. While it also was human like, there was nothing human about it. Its mouth, while not dragged out like a crocks, had a barely distinguished lips and when it yawned its teeth were pointy, like fangs. Its eyes, when blinking showed they didnt work in the same way as human eyes, having a seemingly extra pair of eyelids for the lack of a better explanation. It had no irises or pupils, only darkness in them and its hair turned to what appeared to be a crown of horns, seemingly as black as its eyes, its pointy ears flat against its head as it alien nose breathed deep. I do believe that I dont need to explain to you my surprise at that point. My eyes had gone wide, as wide as they will ever going to be and my fake smile was shattered as I sweat profusely in fear. Now I am a normal man, neither cowardly nor overtly brave but I could feel my balder barely holding up. The reptile stretched and made guttural noises and then it... purred I think. As if to taunt me it turned around and I saw its still human like ass. There was a white mark above it which intrigued me, but at that moment that was the last of my worries. It walked back towards the desk and flexed at it with great agility before walking a bit around the room. It was then that a seemingly low hum was heard from the computer and the alien placed the golden ring on its breast, transforming back to Debra. Sweating in fear I finally broke off.

"MOTHER OF GOD!" I shouted a whisper in fear as I rushed back to my chair. I immediately started pretending that I was working, for who knows what may be watching me and when. I was shaking in confusion but I sorted through the papers none the less, resisting the urge to ran out of there. For the rest of the workday it was hell and 4PM couldnt come soon enough. When it did arrive I... well I was still shocked and I dont remember the walk home. Still that wasnt the end of my day, for when I opened the door to my house I was greeted by my parents in a surprise birthday party which I totally forgot. Now I can tell you it was hard pretending everything was alright but I can state that that day marked the beginning of my true career.