Yep, you’ve guessed it. May-time is exam time. Me and my sister are both taking our exams this week, so I may not be posting for a while.
Good luck to anybody taking exams at this time!
At least I know I’ll pass History - I’ve revised nearly eight hours of it this week alone!
Thanks, and I promise I’ll be back soon. 
Yes, you’ve guessed it! After a long absence from their little house, I finally got round to playing the Doters again! Hope you all enjoy! 
So Thomas and Kara Doter were blessed with the birth of twins. They were, for a long period of time after the wedding, blissfully happy - though Thomas was still made to go to work every weekday. Whenever he could, he managed to cram in a phone-call or even a quick break to see his wife and children, who he adored beyond measure. He found he could spend hours in the little nursery suite they had had built as an extension, sometimes feeding the children with a strange green substance (recommended by Dexter, of course), sometimes playing with them, sometimes lulling them to sleep or just snuggling them.
However, Kara saw things quite differently. Of course, she lavished love and affection upon her little boy and girl like any good mother. But raising twins, for the most part by herself, was not at all easy. When one wanted a nappy change - the other was hungry. If one fell asleep in one arm - the other would cry shrilly to wake it’s sibling up. Cuddling one meant trying to entertain the other. Often Thomas rang her when she had finally got them both settled down…or when she was sitting on the loo. On hearing the phone, both woke up to resume the constant whinging.
Dexter was no help at all. He may have been something of a virtuoso at selling cars…
…but his piano playing (scheduled whenever and at whatever time the twins were asleep or his son was spending time with his new wife) left much to be desired…
…as did his uncanny ability to remain in bed when the twins were crying.
In some ways, he was the best grandfather a child could ask for - he loved playing about with the children, or even baking them his special Orange Cream Sponge (learnt on his days at the ranch). If needs be, he could entertain and cuddle the day away with both of the twins: but it was quite clear he preferred to spend time with Eddy instead of Dolly. For their first birthday, he came up trumps with another two delicious Banana Sponge Cakes and they threw a little party. Of course, Eddy blew out his candles first.
Afterwards, Thomas and Kara celebrated their first wedding anniversary with a private supper for two.
Everything got a little easier when the twins turned two years old. Thomas and Dexter, both trying to preserve the family business, took Eddy to work whenever possible. There, he was potty-trained, learned to walk (a feat he rarely performed for his mother) and even how to say a few words. Dolly (the family pet-name for Dorothy) stayed with her mother. Both of the twins were similar, but each had their own personality.
Eddy was far more relaxed and laid-back. He inherited his father’s ebony curls and the arched shape of the eyebrow. His smile was, quite literally, sparkling.
Dolly was shyer but more bubbly - a lot like her mother. Her grandfather loved tickling her to hear a sweet little high-pitched tinkle of a giggle.
Neither knew the plans of their beloved grandfather - but if they did, neither would have understood.
Hey y’all, this is just another short entry in my little blog. Thank you to all those who have made comments, I’m really pleased you like my stories. And now I’m going to introduce another little family…
The Lufts were a happy, average family of four - there was Mr Luft, Mrs Luft, Ms Luft and Master Luft. Unfortunately, the Lufts were not the kind of family that consists of a father, mother, son and daughter.
The man of the house was the 66-year-old Jim. He was a mild-mannered old man from far-off California, with wiry grey hair that was starting to go white. He had lived his young life as a mechanic and he knew Dexter Doter because his father had owned the garage where the old cowboy had worked as second-in-command. It was Jim’s own older sister Cindy who had married Dexter and this made Thomas Doter his nephew. Jim, the typical well-trained and mild-manner mechanic, had been given the post of ‘Head of Sales and Shares’ at his brother-in-law’s new business, the infamous ‘Doter’s Motors’. This was how he had met his future wife, Mei-Lin Lung.
Mei-Lin’s family were wealthy Hong-Kong businessmen. Her father, Chang, was a cold-hearted petroleum-dealer who divorced his first wife (Mei-Lin’s mother) to marry a promising heiress. Brought-up in SimCity, Mei-Lin was a vivacious and firey beauty, two years younger than Jim, whose first job was selling tickets at the theatre. She went to La Fiesta Tech, graduated with honours, and went into business to provide for her sick mother. Then she met Jim. After a whirlwind romance, they ended-up married. (I do love a happy ending)
It was a strong bond, to say the least:
…And the happy couple had recently celebrated their fortieth wedding anniversary.
The union was blessed with the birth of a bouncing baby daughter, who soon grew into a brooding teenager, who in turn blossomed into a beautiful young lady. They named her Marcia-Mei, highlighting both her American and Chinese blood.
Sadly, her post-graduate years were ruined by the birth of her own child. She had been engaged to a wealthy New-Yorker with great blue-green eyes, but he died in a moter-cycling accident and left his fiancee pregnant. She bore a baby boy aged just twenty-one. He had his father’s fine big eyes; but his feathery silvery hair was passed on from his Chinese ancestory. Marcia-Mei named her son Buck-Wan - the Buck after his father, and the Wan for her Chinese routes. It wasn’t long before his eighth birthday came around.
He was a quiet, bookish boy who loved to read huge dictionaries. He did not inherit his mother’s and grandmother’s knack for maths and science, which was a pity, but his English skills far surpassed a college-graduates and he learned Chinese as well as English. It was a pity, too, he thought, that he never knew his father.
Little did he know, his mother had met someone new…
(And you won’t find out who until next time, so there 
!)
Helena: I’m pretty sure Kara’s hair came from here:
Download the mesh first, OK?
Remus screeched. The stomach-ache seemed to have reached the pinnicle of its pain. He was hurting so much that he cried even more than he had at Bambi or Watership Down. Why was this happening? His abdomen was on fire. Could it have been that borito…or perhaps those Cosmo-Crunch Alien Breakfast Cereals really disagreed with him?
No - he’d had stomach ache before. This felt like…well, it sounded so dumb, but…it felt like…giving birth…Maybe that was why he felt something land on the floor by his feet. But no…babies weren’t green, were they? Or were they? This ‘thing’ looked - and sounded - a lot like a baby. It had a nose, a little round head (for some odd reason a diaper, too) and hands and feet. The eyes were familiar - the eyes Remus saw when he peered in the mirror. HIS EYES! Gingerly, he stooped down to hold this thing - no, it wasn’t a thing. To Remus, it was a baby. His baby.
"Hey there, kiddo," he whispered, looking at him through glassy eyes. "Hey, shhh, stop crying, huh? Daddy’s here, daddy’ll look after you."
He managed to clean himself and the baby up - he recognised this newborn child as a boy. A beautiful baby boy sent down from the heavens to him! How wonderful!
"And you need a name, don’t you? I’ll call you Basalt, so you’ll always grow up to appreciate science. Basalt Remus Adonis Cosmos."
And right then and there, holding his son in his arms, Remus decided that this was the best thing to ever have happened to him.
Remus Cosmos was what you might call a ‘nice guy’. He was sensible, sweet, sensitive and not half bad looking - but his love was not women. It was science he truly loved - the stars, the moon, the possibility of a new exciting discovery all added to the thrill Remus felt as he glanced up that telescope at the glittering globe of the West Moon.
Now Remus was single, and he had been for some time. It wasn’t that he didn’t like women (far from it), it was more that his overbearing shyness and general matter-of-factness had never appealed to any woman he had ever met. This pained him, for he had badly harboured the desire to teach somebody all he knew: preferably a true blood-child of himself and a clever wife. This was something he had always dreamed about.
Another of Remus’ problems was…
Well, to put it simply, he loved looking at his reflection in the mirror. His teeth were always cleaned with uncanny ability, with him picking out small, stubborn shards of food before putting the finishing touches with a gentle flossing. His hair took a solid two hours work to wash, shampoo, condition, towel-dry, hair-dry, brush and gel each morning. He had more shampoos, conditioners, body-oils and soaps than any woman in SimCity and an average shower took anything up to three hours. As an early-riser, he often was ready at eight sharp for breakfast.
He showed off his trim figure by wearing tight t-shirts and fashionable jeans which complimented his colouring. Aloysius was not really selfish - his own grandmother had died from leprosy and his fear of bacteria had nearly crushed his hopes of graduating in Medical School. And his looks were what drew him closer to his dream - of finding a nice wife and having a cute little baby boy or girl to teach all he knew.
One night, just as the West Moon appeared over the high mountains, Remus scurried outside. He had never been so excited! His brand new telescope, the Ame-tron 9000, had arrived that morning and he was aching to try it out. He set up the tripod and rested the huge piece of equipment on the patio, peering through with the air of an enthusiastic school-boy. He began noting down the positions of the stars in meticulous detail. Nothing was unusual about that night. It was quiet and still. Why, then, did Remus get the distinct feeling he was being observed…
As he was about to pack up and go inside, Remus’ eye suddenly caught something zooming across the star-studded sky. What was it? A comet? A shooting star? No…it was…
Later the next morning, with the sun hanging lazily in the sky, a round dish-like object was seen hovering over the Cosmos House. Neighbours reported seeing the figure of a man falling onto the sidewalk.
Aloysius later said he had seen nothing. But he couldn’t remember anything about that night…his telescope still remained on the patio as he had left it, which was unusual, but he decided that there was nothing else strange going on.
Months passed.
Aloysius’ once-trim and athletic figure was a shadow of it’s former self. He could hardly stem the urge to gorge on cookies, crisps, bacon and eggs…even his hair seemed greasier. This alarmed him, but he tried to shrug it off. Starting a strict excersize regime, he would head out for the gym to run off a few pounds. But he was too tired to run more than a few paces on the treadmill.
Sometimes he was very hormonal. He often stood to peer at himself this way and that in the mirror, sobbing.
"What the hell’s happening to me?" he whined.
And oddly enough, his sense of style had changed. He liked to walk about in whites, peaches, lilacs, purples and pinks. His shoes were safety-laces and his size was now only stocked by two places - the MooMoo Mart and the Maternity Shop. He chose the latter, finding cute little tops and matching leggings to stumble around in. He found he was more sentimental, too - no man ever cried as much at Bambi as Remus Cosmos did nine months prior to that strange evening. And it was on another evening when his stomach began to hurt again…badly.
