"Are you two using protection?" Harriet asked after Kelvin was done narrating to them what had happened between him and his mate, Hashmuk, the previous night.

"Harriet, uh.." He stammered, scratching his head. Patrilia and Kelvin looked at him, trying hard not to smile, something they were failing to do. Harriet was like a mother to them, always strict about hygiene, protection, and all those things. Even though she was just a year older than all of them, she was still like a mother to them.

"Are you two using protection?" "I didn’t ask you to murmur, Kelvin." She asked again, her voice stern and clear. Kelvin, who wasn’t using...