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Runaways By: Malissa Madison Kitten, had grown up in an orphanage, mistreated and abused. All she really wanted in life was to be a girl. She'd discovered her desire at ten years of age right after she was orphaned. The name on her birth certificate though was Daryl Simpson. She'd watched how people fawned over the girls, and how they always got pretty things. The first ones who ever got presented to prospective adopting parents were the girls. So few of the boys ever got adopted out, the girls got all the attention. Of course there were a few boys who had been adopted, but not many. The boys were the work force to keep the grounds clean, and worked like slave labor. Every time Daryl had been caught wearing girl's clothing he'd been severely punished. Beaten and put in the punishment room, barely big enough to stand in. there was no room in the closet to sit or even lay down, but that didn't matter. Once in the closet you had no choice, of course you were in total darkness the whole time. the speakers in the ceiling droned out sermons on whatever misbehavior got you placed in the closet. But of course Daryl was set on the fact that he was meant to be a girl. At thirteen he finally realized that if he always kept his hair hidden under a cap they wouldn't notice it and cut it all off. He also realized that he could get away with wearing just pantys, and still feel girly. He scored a job in the laundry and so he had his choices every day after school, which was on the same grounds as the orphanage. He paid close attention to the girls, learning to imitate them. In private when no one else was around he would get out his secret stash of makeup, painstakingly stolen from the girls when he made his rounds to collect their laundry. It was after the matrons had assured that he wasn't going to ruin any wash that he was left alone to do it himself. No one else wanted the chore, but that just meant he had lots of time alone to pretend he was a pretty girl. He thought of himself as Cinderella, trapped in the dungeon by the evil stepmother and her sisters. Then at sixteen he was told that he was to start teaching James, another young boy to do the laundry. "Why?" he'd asked. "Because silly, you're sixteen now. You are going to be sent to the Children's work farm now that you're too old for adoption," it was explained by Miss Callie. James was fourteen, another teen who had been in trouble a lot. Miss Callie was probably the only Matron who'd been nice to him, though she had only been there for a month. she always had a kind word for him though sometimes she even went as far as to call him Kitten. For some reason it always gave him a thrill when she did that, he'd spent many long hours doing the laundry pretending that he was a pretty girl named Kitten. It only took him a week to teach James, and on the last day Daryl had decided what he would do. He carefully made a bundle, two pairs of frilly lace and satin pink pantys two matching pink bras in a 34A, a short denim skirt, and a 'V' neck t-shirt. he wrapped everything up with his stolen makeup, and a pair of white two inch pumps that he had stolen after the girl that had owned them was adopted out. this bundle he hid back next to the outside stairs from the basement laundry. He waited until he knew everyone was asleep, he had to be gone before they came from the work farm in the morning to collect the boys. It wasn't hard to slip out of his room and make his way to the laundry. As he retrieved his bundle from under the stairs he felt a shiver of excitement as well as fear run up his spine. The creaking of the wooden steps sounded deafening to his ears. But he made it to the top. Trying the door knob he found it was still unlocked. He darted from shadow to shadow, making his way to the entrance gate. There he hoped to find the guard sleeping, but he heard noises and crept closer to the window. Peering inside he saw the guard in his chair, half turned away from him. Miss Callie was in front of him on her knees, his hardened cock in her mouth as she bobbed her head up and down. It wasn't the first time he'd seen a girl give a blowjob. He'd even seen them going all the way before. But this was Miss Callie, the only Matron who had been nice to him, and as he watched she lifted her head and peered right at him. in his shock he froze, only to see her wink just before she braced her hand on top of the gate controls lifting herself out of the floor. he didn't realize at first what was happening as she lifted her skirt out of the way and slowly settled onto his cock, leaning forward she pressed her breasts into his face blocking his vision. Then her free hand pointed right at Daryl then to the now opened gate. Bundle in hand, Daryl dashed through the gate to the freedom beyond. He walked quickly trying to find a safe place. Then he spotted the huge truck stop. The place was busy with people coming and going, barely paying any attention to anyone else. He slipped into the restroom and hurried as he changed his clothes in one of the stalls in the women's restroom. Taking handfuls of toilet tissue he stuffed the cups of the bra he now wore. At the sink he untied the kerchief that held his meager makeup, only to find what was now inside, a small clutch purse. Hands shaking he carefully opened the purse looking inside. he found his makeup, a hundred dollars in ten's and a handwritten note. "This is your last chance to leave. Don't change before you get out of the grounds, I will distract Martin at the gate for you," someone stepped into the bathroom just then and in his startled moment the note slipped into the sink. The water running and distorting the rest of the unread note. The lady slipped into a stall closing the door behind her, so he took his belongings leaving his blue jeans and other clothes behind as he gathered up his girl clothes and hurried out the door. "Hey there girl, where you headed to?" asked a stranger. "Oh umm, the diner. My mom and dad are waiting for me," she now lied. "Well you're a pretty little kitten anyway," the lady was walking beside her towards the diner. At the door she said, "Well Kitten, I got you this far safe and sound. If you need a ride anywhere I'll be over there in that Peterbuilt truck on the end." she winked at her as she wandered over toward the truck. Daryl sat down at a booth, wide eyed looking around at everyone before looking out the window towards the woman's truck. 'why did she say if I needed a ride as if she, no she couldn't know he was alone. could she?' "Well good morning Kitten, you look hungry and lonely," said a waitress. "What can I get you?" "Oh umm, how about eggs and toast?" "And a tall glass of milk?" "Sure," she answered. The waitress smiled at him before leaving him alone. Sitting there in the booth he was attracting a lot of attention. Though no one approached but the waitress he was getting nervous as he finished his meal. Three other young girls entered, giggling and then spotted him sitting there. "Move along sister, this is our lot to work. Besides you're not old enough to handle a real trucker Honey." They warned. "Ladies leave the Kitten alone," the waitress said. "Kitten? Yeah she makes a pretty Kitten." Just then someone slipped into the booth beside her. "Ladies, lay off her. Can't you see she's scared to death?" the woman driver from before caressed her cheek. "Finish your milk Kitten, or do you want to hang around with these Lot Lizards and find out what those dirty old men would do with a pretty little virgin Kitten?" "But I don't even know you," a pair of fingers touched her lips. "Shhh, let Mona get you safely out of here and you can ride along with me. I bet you'd like a nice warm bed that doesn't come with a stiff cock up your cut little ass." "M, Mona? Oh I'm," "Shhh, you're Kitten. I don't want to know your real name. It's probably something like Andrew or James anyway, and you are too pretty to be a boy, so you are a Kitten." Explained Mona. "Yes and Mona is what we call a Cougar," added the waitress. "The meal is on the house, now get that cute little ass out of here before it gets plugged by one of those men." As they headed toward her truck they saw a lady carrying the discarded clothes heading toward the diner with a couple of police officers. When we reached her truck Mona helped me up into the passenger side. Her hand on my butt felt strange, yet in a way thrilling and I blushed. Mona wasted no time as she started up and put the truck in gear. "W, where are we going?" I asked confused. "I'm just moving us over to the end of the lot, I'm over on my driving time and it's a lot quieter over there. We'll be able to sleep without being disturbed," she answered. "You didn't think I was kidnapping you, did you?" "I wasn't really sure," I was trembling. I'd never been outside in the real world, I didn't know what to expect. "It's alright Kitten, I understand," she smiled as she shut the truck back down. Then she went into the back and folded down the bed. "It's not very big, but we should both fit ok." She sat down and kicked off her shoes, then unbuttoned her blouse removing it and then her bra. Sure I'd seen naked breasts before, but never this close up. Next she stood and then took off her blue jeans, stripping down to her pantys before laying down on the bed, scooting all the way to the back. Smiling gently at me she patted the edge of the mattress, "Come on Kitten, I won't bite you." She held the covers back inviting me. "Don't be shy, I just want to keep you warm," she told me. Carefully I stepped through into the sleeper, I sat down on the edge of the bed and took off my shoes before laying down with my back to her and she pulled the cover over me, her arm going protectively around me. "My poor Kitten, you're shaking like a leaf. Are you frightened, or cold," she pulled me closer. Her bare breasts pressed tightly to my back. I lay there scared, shivering, what was I supposed to do here? "It's ok Kitten," she whispered, her warm breath tickling my ear. "I know you may not have been born a girl, but you certainly make a pretty one." "I, I, how did you know?" I was frightened for more reasons now. "You're too girly to be a real girl. But I can teach you the things you need to know. I'll teach you to be the prettiest Kitten ever, and I will never let anyone hurt you. I promise." "You really mean that?" I asked. "Do you trust me?" it was a question that I wasn't prepared for. "Do you trust me enough to let me be responsible for you, to teach you to be a proper young lady? To give your life meaning , and show you how wonderful it can be?" the backs of her fingers gently caressed my cheek. "W, what if, what if I do something bad?" I finally asked thinking to when I'd broken rules at the orphanage. "Then in that case, no matter how much it breaks my heart I would have to put you across my knee and spank your bare bottom," it was said with certainty. "Little kittens need to know how much they are cared for, and if they aren't spanked when they deserve it, then they aren't really cared for, are they?" I thought about that for few moments before I answered. It did make sense in its own way. I'd been punished for things before but never because someone cared for me, and no one had ever said anything about it hurting them in any way. in fact they all seemed happy about getting to punish me, except for Miss Callie. Carefully I twisted around until I was facing her, I still felt scared but I wanted to look into her eyes. If she looked away I would know she was lying to me. "You would only punish me if I was really bad?" I asked the question She blinked her eyes and they sparkled with hope as she pulled me tighter, her forehead pressed to mine. "As much as it would hurt me to do it, I would have to. Otherwise you might get into more serious trouble." "What about school, do I get to go to school as a girl?" I finally asked the one question I felt sure of the answer. Not looking away she caressed my face again, "Yes you can," she said. Now I knew she had to be lying, no one would let a girl like me, one who was stuck in a boy's body, go to school as a girl. But she had been so serious about it, she hadn't looked away the whole time. She truly believed in what she was saying. "I see that you don't believe me, so in the morning I'll take you to see the first one that I know about. you'll see, all I want to do is to love you and take care you. and then we can go to the other one and you can decide where you would like to go to school." I wanted to believe her, but what she was saying sounded so impossible. I closed my eyes, silently praying that it was true. Then I felt myself pulled closer, she began rocking back and forth. Slowly I felt my face cradled to her breasts. She began to hum, and stroke my hair. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "Hey sleepy head, time to wake up," she said. I felt her fingers ease in along my lips and realized she was gently prying her breast from my mouth. I jerked back startled, disoriented. "Shhh, it's all ok Kitten," she was holding me tightly. "Careful you almost fell out of bed." she helped me sit up and I looked around at everything finally for the first time. "It isn't much but it's home away from home," said Mona. "Are you kidding? This is bigger than the room I shared with three boys," I giggled in delight bouncing my bottom on the soft bed. Mona began brushing out her long hair as she chattered away about her driving plans for the day. Reaching up front she turned on the CB radio to listen to the other drivers. They were chattering away about something serious and I had her full attention, as she handed me her hair brush. ?Here sweetie, you better fix that mop before we go get breakfast.? But then before I could respond she pulled me around to sit on the edge of her knees and began brushing. She was careful not to pull it, unlike anyone else who?d brushed my hair. I barely registered the change as we heard someone on the radio say, ?The troopers have a road block set up out here. they?re still looking for those ?Boys? that ran away from that Children?s Home last night.? ?Anybody get any names?? ?Yeah Daryl Something a James Hurd and an Andrew Carter,? ?Simpson, Daryl Simpson,? I stiffened at hearing the name, they were looking for me, they had the police looking for me. I started to turn to look at Mona. ?Shhh Kitten, I?m almost done.? I felt my hair being gathered up as we continued to listen to the radio. And she continued to brush as she gathered it high at the back of my head. She pulled something from a drawer and tied it in my hair. I was looking in the mirror admiring the ponytail with the pretty Bow when she took out a denim jacket. ?Here you can wear this against the chill. It?ll help cover up the fact that your still wearing the same clothes as last night.? I pulled on the jacket after slipping my feet into my heels. Then she said, ?This might pinch a bit.? She was holding my earlobe tightly squeezing it, then I felt a sharp sting and almost jumped. She kissed my cheek, ?Sorry but I don?t know any young girls who don?t have pierced ears.? She was quick with the other ear and being ready I wasn?t as frightened. Soon the sting in my ears passed and I was surprised there wasn?t any blood after having the sharp earring posts jammed through. I never thought to ask where everything was coming from. The jean jacket was a bit tight and I could close it in front. The one she wore though would have swallowed me up. Next, she pulled open little drawer and took out a necklace on a silver chain. The name ?Kathrine? suspended in the middle. Looking up into her eyes I could see tears threatening to flow. ?If anyone asks, your my daughter, Kathrine, Kitten was her nickname.? ?Come on let?s go get something to eat, we have a lot of driving to do today. And I?d like to be across the border before it gets dark.? ?B, border? Are we going to Canada?? I asked. ?No we?re heading into the Seven Nations,? she answered. ?Where?s that?? ?It used to be the Mid-West. We?re actually going into Missouri, or what used to be Missouri,? she explained. ?Here you?ll need a purse to carry.? She handed me a suede purse with leather fringe hanging from the flap and I opened it up stuffing my clutch into it before following her as I climbed out of the big truck. The cool morning breeze drafted up under my skirt and I shivered a bit as we walked across the lot to the diner. The chill suddenly making me need to pee. ?Mo,? I started to get her attention. ?It?s ok Momma?s got to potty too.? she opened the door for me and then we made our way to the ladies room. ?Well good morning Kitten,? said one of the young girls from the night before. ?Did she make you Purr?? I blushed unsure of what she was referring to. Just then a lady cop entered, glanced around and disappeared into a stall. I really needed to pee so we both entered a stall closing the door. I was just finishing when I heard, ?Any word on that missing kid?? ?No and if you hear anything please call and report it.? the lady cop was standing at the sink between Mona and the girl. After the girl left the cop looked at Mona then me. I thought I saw a hint of recognition in her eyes. ?You heading into the Nations?? she asked Mona. ?Yeah, I have a haul going to KC, is it still called that?? ?Yes it is,? she paused. ?You?ll want to take the next off ramp and shoot up to 74, then catch 70 to the border.? ?Uhh, thank you,? answered Mona. Smiling the cops said, ?I hear they have a couple of really nice, exclusive schools there for special girls. When you get to the border give this to the guards,? she handed Mona a card with her identification on it. ?Sandra Kane, Sgt, Indiana Highway Patrol?. In one corner there was a ?Hello Kitty? stamp. On the back there were three hand written phone numbers with initials beside them, KA, then KS, and the last one had Clara?s written beside it. ?I like your pin sister, safe traveling,? And with that she was out the door. I grew less nervous as we ate breakfast, listening to the gossip. I?d not heard anything about what was happening in the outside world. The history and geography books at the orphanage were about twenty years out of date. And we didn?t get TV, and no one told us anything about the outside world. I began sorting through the information I was hearing for the first time. I realized several things I hadn?t known before. First, there had been a upheaval in the country, where most of the states west of the Mississippi River had split off declaring themselves separate and part of what was now being referred to as the Seven Nations Territory. Second, the government was looking for truck drivers who had suddenly disappeared with some sort of huge secret or something. Third that they were getting help from a group of people called the Free Alpha Alliance, who were rumored to be some kind of genetically engineered super beings. And finally that there were three private high schools that about half the students and their parents had disappeared from. I kept hearing things like transgendered girls and boys were being taught at them. but I didn?t know what the term Transgendered meant. Then someone said that the government was offering huge rewards for any alien technology brought back from the Seven Nations. As we were getting ready to leave the waitress wearing a pin like Mona?s and the Police woman said, ?You stick real close to your Momma, you hear?? ?Yes Ma?am,? I answered. ?Are you going to Clara?s?? she asked Mona. ?Yes, but she isn?t there anymore. They?ll probably change the name to Dotty?s since Mrs Vandine took over, the older one not one of the two younger ones. And Mr Vandine took over MMA, and I think Gina Tyler is Head Mistress at the Kitten Academy now.? Mona answered. ?Did you hear they officially changed the name of that town? Sarah Owens is the Mayor too. I would have expected them to elect Mamie Tyler since the family is the most prominent in town.? Walking across the lot to the truck I realized for the first time there seemed to be a lot of people that looked like refugee?s or something. As we pulled onto the highway Mona said, ?Look I know all this must seem strange to you. I gather that you had no idea what was going on out here.? ?Mona,? ?Momma, please call me Momma. no one will question it like they would if you keep calling me Mona,? ?Momma is all that stuff true?? I asked. ?Yes, but it?s more like a chain of events that just seemed to come together all at once,? she looked sideways at me. ?Like what?? ?Well the nearest I can figure is it started back in early January when the Sioux in South Dakota discovered the Government was dumping Radioactive trucks in their Holy Grounds. Less than a month later, some trucks making an Ice Run, were contacted by Aliens to transport something for them out of Alaska.? ?What?s an Ice Run?? I finally asked. ?It?s a very dangerous supply convoy that hauls food and supplies across country to the farthest reaches of civilization up in Alaska, but they have them in Canada also. ?Oh,? I said. ?I haven?t made that run in two years, not since,? she trailed off with a haunted look in her eyes. ?Anyway this group of truck drivers they had some help from a secret Multinational military group who had been in contact with the Aliens. They banded together with a few others and then a bunch of people disappeared from three private schools in the Midwest.? ?Where?d they go?? I was curious needing to know. ?Out into the stars. But not just them, there were groups from the seven tribes that were known as the Seven Nations. The ones who defeated Custer at the Little Big Horn, a lot of the drivers were from those tribes.? My eyes were big hearing that. ?How could they do that? Did they have like space ships?? ?They drove their trucks,? she looked at me curiously. I guess to see if I was going to challenge her. We made the change over to I-74 and began hearing that there was a girl walking along the side of the road. But no one was stopping to pick her up. Mona began looking at the map. ?She?s close to the highway 40 interchange. Keep an eye out for her.? ?Are we going to pick her up?? ?If she?s still there we are,? she answered. ?Can I ask you something?? I dared. ?What do you want to know?? ?It?s about this necklace, and, and the jacket and purse.? ?They belonged to my daughter, Kathrine.? I could see tears hidden behind her eyes waiting to fall. ?She, she was riding with my husband in his truck,? her voice sounded far off, disconnected. We were making a run out of Ft Saskatchewan, taking supplies out to the research stations up closer to the Pole. On the way back,? she paused taking several deep breaths. ?His truck lost traction, they slid off the road and the truck broke through the ice and, and.? She pulled off the road onto the shoulder as she shook, her hands white on the steering wheel. Her tears flowing as she broke down crying. It took a bit for her regain control of herself. I was holding her now. ?I?m so sorry Momma,? was all I could think of to say. Her arms squeezed me in a bear hug as she cried. I glanced up and saw someone running toward the truck, we were closer to the interchange than I thought. ?Momma, it?s that girl.? I said, then thought about what I had just said. something about it just seemed right. I realized that we were both smiling over it, I certainly got a thrill out of say it. She released me and sat up wiping her eyes, then shifted into low and began driving slowly to meet her. Climbing up into the cab, the girl looked from one to the other taking in everything. ?Do you need a ride across the border?? Momma finally asked her. ?If you?re going that far, yes please Ma?am.? ?There?s some food and soda in the fridge. I?m Mona, this is Kitten, my daughter,? she answered. ?You?re a Kitten?? the girl asked me. ?I?m Lana, I hope I can become a kitten.? Fingering the necklace I said, ?No my names Kathrine but I go by Kitten.? ?Oh, I?m sorry,? she giggled. ?I thought, I mean because of the name, well Kitten is what Cougars call the young girls like us that they take under their wing.? ?Oh that sounds exciting,? I said as Momma pulled back out onto the road. ?Kitten why don?t you show Lana where she can put her bag?? We were in the back and Lana kept going on about the place called the Kitten Academy. ?Of course Clara?s is really nice but you don?t get the special classes there that you get at the Academy,? ?What kind of classes are those?? I was really curious. ?Kitten Classes. Don?t you know anything about sex?? Lana asked. ?And what do you know about sex, Lana?? Momma asked from up front. ?I know enough that it?s a lot better with another girl than is with a guy. That?s why I want to become a Kitten.? She dug in her pack and came out with dog collar. ?I even have my own Collar for when I get there,? she beamed proudly. ?And where did you learn about the Kitten Academy?? momma was curious. ?Oh well I heard about it at the State Girls Home. they say it?s better than becoming a hooker when you turn eighteen and they turn you out.? ?Which Girls home was this at?? asked Momma, I was listening intently now. ?Oh umm, Connecticut State, Ma?am,? she answered. ?And the matrons there told you about the Kitten Academy?? I could hear the disbelief in Momma?s voice. ?Well no. it was one of the Government Inspectors,? she said. ?He gave me his card and told me I should give him a call to let him know that I made it alright.? She showed the card to Momma. ?I don?t know how to tell you this honey, but he is trying to use you for some reason or other. If he had an honest reason for wanting you to go there, he would have taken you himself.? We were nearing the border now on I-72 getting close to crossing the border. Lana was looking nervous. ?Do you know any of those people in the Alliance?? ?Yes I do, but again, did you hear about them the same way you heard about the Kitten Academy?? Lana looked up tears in her eyes now. ?Why are men so, so,? momma touched her fingers to Lana?s lips. ?Let?s not go using bad language now. It is unbecoming of a Kitten Hopeful.? ?You mean you?ll still take me there?? I could hear the hope in her voice. ?Well I?m stopping someplace else first, so Kitten can decide where she wants to go to school. But we?ll be stopping in Cougar Town after that.? then Momma held out her hand, ?Could I see that card please?? The name on the front said his name was Harry Black, of the National Security Agency. Momma handed it back to her. ?If you want to keep everyone there safe you will destroy that card and forget you ever heard his name.? ?But,? ?Lana, my truck has Missouri plates. When things went crazy a few months ago, I was stopped by Agent Black of the NSA, he and his partner Agent White offered me a great sum of money for any information. When I didn?t give it they threatened me. I found out that everyone in that government building was named Black or White. Now why do you think they use fake names if they aren?t up to no good?? Momma pulled out three more cards all with the name of Agent Black and a different number. ?This was my last run outside the territories.? We could see the border up ahead and Momma began slowing down as the traffic started backing up. ?Mona Lisa, you listening?? Momma answered the radio, ?Yeah you got me, what?s up?? ?Pull it out into the left lane when the Escape passes you. you?ve got a green light all the way across,? came the answer. ?What gives? I don?t have any problem with going through the check points.? She answered. ?No but you?ve got a pair of runaways that need to get across the border. The last one you picked up was hotter than a two dollar pistol.? The Escape passed us and Momma pulled out behind it, in the side mirror I saw two more trucks closing up behind us and another one pulled out ahead of the Escape. ?Mohawk, we?re getting a squawked,? said someone over the radio. ?Any word from Callie? We missed her at the truck stop.? ?They crossed over at St Louis two hours ago.? Callie? Could they be talking about Miss Callie? ?She got them all out Bird Dog.? Suddenly the escape ahead of us spun out on the left shoulder facing the other direction. ?Bird Dog, stand down. safe your weapons,? someone commanded over the radio. Momma reached up and turned the radio off, but why? I sat quietly in my seat trying to figure out why the guy in the Escape had reacted the way he did? What did they mean by she got them all out? I barely noticed as we rolled across the long bridge as we crossed over the river. Then she pulled off to the side and waited for the other trucks to pull alongside. ?Mona, she?s going to be alright, they?re taking her into Central.? Someone said as they opened her door. ?What happened? She was supposed to meet us at the truck stop.? ?She went back after that new kid Jamie, the gate guard caught her sneaking him out in her car. It took a full team to get her out of the county lockup. But at least the kid made it far enough that the over watch team could pick him up.? she was told. ?So she wasn?t hurt?? ?She sprained her wrist when she punched out the guard. And who knew they had tire spikes at an orphanage,? said the speaker. ?We?ll take the girls from here on if you want.? ?No,? both myself and Momma said. Lana just cringed behind us in the sleeper. ?Ok Mona, they?re yours if you want them.? ?Of course I want them, why do you think I went to all this trouble in the first place?? Momma said. ?Ok, you should stop up at the truck stop though and get some rest. Your five hours over on your driving time as it is. We?ll bring you the adoption papers before you leave.? ?Momma?? I asked. ?We?re safe here Kitten?s. No one can take you away from me ever. You?re free to grow up as a pretty girl,? she was smiling and crying at the same time. After a few minutes of the three of us hugging each other, the radio crackled to life. ?Treeheart, Treeheart to Guild, we are in trouble. We have a Catastrophic power failure in the third Nacelle generator.? ?Please can anyone hear us?? ?Momma what are they talking about?? We heard a long conversation break out that we couldn?t understand. Then Momma pressed a button on the radio marked ?translator?. ?Maintain fifty Parsecs, in the slow lane. Bigfoot will contact you, please turn on your marker beacon.? ?Ahh, Coleman?s Corner bound for Poseidon Two. Can you hold out for forty one hours?? ?You know that we are Morganian?? ?Yes and Bigfoot has two Terrellian Mechanics with her.? ?We?ll hold on, thank you.? ?Hey let?s go eat,? suggested Momma now that the tension was gone. ?Momma, What are Terrellian?s? are they like Aliens?? I asked as we climbed out of the truck. ?I, I was supposed to call Agent Black if I saw any,? said Lana. ?But what are they?? ?They are wonderful people, just like us,? Momma said. we were walking toward a truck stop to get some dinner. Just then someone else got out of a truck next to us. my eyes grew round seeing what I thought was a werewolf wearing the crossed swords like the people in the Escapes. ?Oh, sorry to startle you, little ladies,? he said as his body changed to that of a man. I realized that Lana and I were both behind Momma. ?Jack, my girls have never met a Shifter before,? Momma told him. He turned and reached up to his truck as a little ball of fur flew out into his arms. ?Katie, say hi to Lana and Kitten.? She was cute, and obviously not his child. She was more feline with soft yellow fur dappled with black spots. ?Are you going to be in school with me?? she asked. We were now joined by her mother who looked relieved as well as being an adult version of the girl. Looking around I saw more mixed races than human and human animal crossed. Momma said some were pure Furries, others were Shifters like Jack. And the children, there were so many happy children here. I never thought I would see other children who were happy. I?d always been told that life was tough, get used to it.