Hello and welcome to chapter 5 of my Caliente Story.
As I left you in chapter 4 Nina had fed Dina some cheesecake to help her get twins.
Please go back and read the other chapters already so you know what's going on! If you choose not to, I'm sure you'll still enjoy this bit.
Now on with the story.
We start with Nina's household. Here are pictured her lovely sons Farris and Sorrel playing with their mates from school.

Before this, whilst they were at school Nina had a little encounter with a certain mailbox bills man.
Mailbox Man: "Hey Nina! Bet you won't be able to pay the bills this time round."
Nina: "Silence billman. I shall have you know I will pay those bills straight away."
Mailbox Man: "Yeah right! Cheerio Nina - see you with the repo squad!"
Nina: "Hmmpf."

Nina: "I'll pay these bills right now. I have plenty of money - Dina gave me some."
Fera: "Yeah. Those mailmen are so annoying. They always think you won't be able to pay."

Nina: "Hello. Who are you?"
Fera: "I'm Fera. I'm a happily married, rich, playable, non townie and do not wish to engage in lesbian werewolf love affairs with you."
Nina: "Oh. That's that cleared up then."

That night Nina was walking out to the side of her house to have a look at her gorgeous trees, that she cannot bring herself to sell.
Nina: "Sup Farris."
Farris: "Powpow pow. I appear to be playing this game rather oddly with my hands."
Nina: "You need some help sweetie?"
Farris: "Powpow. No."

Nina: "Aah, here are my lovely trees. Where would I be without them?"
"Hey, is that unfinished homework on the floor?"

Nina: "Hmm. I'll have to talk to Sorrel and Farris about this. Just because I'm a bad mother and kinda neglect my sons doesn't mean I want them to fail school."

But before Nina could chat to her sons the nightly tranformation had taken place.
Ever since Nina got bitten she'd become increasing unpredictable and crazy when furred, but her uncontrollability had been at its highest recently.
Nina: "Mmm. Pregnancy cheesecake. Grrrr."
Suddenly Nina had an urge.

Before she could stop herself her cell phone had been whipped from her, er, um, nightie pocket.
Nina: "Hello dear! Come over at once."

Brandi Broke was soon striding up the concrete path to Ninas house.
Nina: "Hello Brandi. Nice makeup."

Brandi: "I got the inpiration from the purple flowers and the pink trees!"
Nina: "Mmmm whatever. Hey who did you bring with you?"
Brandi: "Oh this guy that posts the mail to me. He's a nice guy."
Nina: "Ooh, a mailman."

Nina: "Hey mailman dude. I want revenge from this mailman on my street that thinks I don't have enough money to pay his lousy bill. I'm taking it out on you."
Mailman: "Hang on wait, what?"
Nina: "Just look over there."
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SLUuRPlE sUCK "AAAaaaargh" SLURPlE "Hhahahahahaa"

Nina: "Grrrr, haha. What else can I get?"

Nina: "Muahahahaha. Muahaha!"
Mailman: "Dumb flamingo, I will shove it through this wall. I hate werewolves."

Nina: "Ah Brandi...Come sit on the bed with me..."
Brandi: "I saw what you did with my mailman. Poor guy. What if I don't want to sit on the bed with you?"
Nina: "You have no choice. Do you want me to zap you too??"
Brandi: "Um, no. But I do have two sons you should know."
Nina: "Good. Fresh meat. Now come here!"
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What happened next doesn't really need describing.
Romance sim + bed + fresh meat = 3500+ aspiration

Hours later a confused Nina woke up from her wolfish possessment.
Nina: "Wh..what have I done? Where are my children? And why does my house smell like singed mailman?"

Farris: "Die die die! Powowowow. Pow. I still can't hold the console properly."
Nina: "Thank goodness you're okay. Now go do your homework!"

Farris: "Grumble. Mum gets to grow fur and singe mailmen, and all I get to do is watermelon and icecream sums."

Eventually...
Sorrel: "Yess! A+! And I didn't even need mums interferance."

Sorrel: "Mum! Mum! Look what I got! I'm not failing at school - I got an A+!!"

I don't know if that's a good idea Sorrel. Your Mum has had a rough day."

~~~Flashback~~~
Nina: "Yeah woooo hoooo!"
Jamille: "How could you cheat on me??"
Nina: "You're cheating on your husband. And I'm romance!"
Jamille: "I'm not going to forget this. You'll pay Nina Caliente!!"
Nina: "You can't hurt me Jamille. Now Mel, we should do that again sometime!"

But...
Nina: "Well done Sorrel. Such a clever boy, you don't even need my help."
Sorrel: "A+!! A+!!"

Soon it was time for little Sorrel to grow up.
Nina Caliente threw a party and invited all her mates.

This can't bode well.

Nina: "Nyah nyah!"

Meanwhile, Jamille Oaguan was creeping into the party, ready to surprise the fresh furred Miss Caliente.

Jamille: "Yarrgh! I'll get you Nina!"
Nina: "You're not going to win this Jammy! I'm a werewolf and I've nicked all Don's body skill points!"

Nina: "Hahaha! Don't mess with me or my family again Jamille, or I'll GET you."
Jamille: "Ouch."

Sorrel: "Thanks for ruining my party Mum."
Nina: "Oh. Whoops. Sorry, darling."

Sorrel: "Alright!"
Nina: "Omg! He got all big!"
Sorrel: "Alright! It's moneymaking time..."
Sorrel became a fortune sim, with an LTW that I've forgotten and will tell you later.
Nina: "Yay! Now I can't stop using my vacation time and actually go to work!"

Over at the other Caliente household everything was as colourful and busy as usual.
Dina was still pregnant and the children (all pictured here except Roger) were getting ready for the twins transition to teenagehood.
But, there were more pressing matters to deal with before Roger and Camille could take the leap of decision.

Dina was getting repeatedly scared at night times by the ghost of Michael Bachelor that liked to haunt her.
He popped up whenever and wherever, often at the most inconvenient of times.
Pandolf: "Mummy? Hi gain Micay."

Washor was getting increasingly annoyed with the ghost. It was always popping up at vital moments, and his family was in danger. The time had come to take action.
Sitting at his computer he noticed the phantom outside through the window.

Sorrel: "Hey uncle Washorr...hey? Where did he go?!"

Washor: "Hmm...."
Washors crooked nose sniffed the air around him as he landed from the air. The ghost had obviously moved from this spot, but not long ago.

Rounding the corner, Washor saw Michael Bachelors angry face glaring back.
Washor: "Aah. Michael. I was wanting to speak to you about important matters, regarding my familys happiness."
Washor barely had time to finish his sentence before the ghost sniggered and vanished without even a puff of smoke.

Washors first thought was for his kids, and nipped over to Pandolfs play area. The television that was never watched was on. A giveaway sign.

Washor: "Phew. Are you okay Pandolf? Did Michael hurt you?"
Pandolf: "Nah, hi dadsy. Micul not here."
Washor shook his head slowly, still in crouching position.

"Well Pandolf, Mr Bachelor is going to pay for hurting my family. He has just made his biggest mistake yet..."

Suddenly Washor heard screams coming from Dinas favourite haunt - the bathroom.
Don't worry Dina - it'll all be over soon!

Cherry and Camille watched from a safe distance - namely the upstairs bedroom. They'd been there when Pandolf was born - and it wasn't pretty!
All the spinning made the girls dizzy.

Soon enough Washor was holding little boy Poirot Caliente, and paler skinned same-gender twin not pictured here, Marple Caliente.
Washor: "Oh Dina, he's beautiful."
Dina: "Washor? You know what else? He's number 6."
The entire household seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Poirot and Marple are pictured here again, with loving mother Dina nearby.
However, she was exhausted and wanted some sleep. Dina was looking forward to wearing a blue underwear set to bed instead of a white one!

Soon everyone was woken by an insistent Camille wanting to grow up.
Everyone watched.
What would she choose? What would she like? Whom would she resemble?

Camille grew up looking suddenly very grown up.
Is it just me or was she only just a toddler?
Camille: "Yeah! Alright cheerleader uniform! Alright pigtails! Now I'm old enough to legally change my name, I hate Camille."
Camille has features almost just like her mums except with Washors colouring and nose...
Oh and Camille? You aren't allowed to change your name.

Roger now wanted his turn to shine.
Cherry had appeared from upstairs to watch her elder brother make the biggest decsion of his life...

Roger: "Woot! I have strong muscles!"

This is him coming out of the shower.
I adore your dress sense Rog...
Roger: "What? It's cool."

But before that Dina had to give her two eldest a lecture about important decisions in life.
She wasn't entirely pleased with their choices.
Dina: "Both knowledge? Both? Now one third of my children have picked a lifeline that seems to revolve around books and studying! I hope you both realize this could be a big mistake and a lot of hard work...."
Roger: "Stop worrying mum! Me and Camille are going to breeze through platinum. Just watch and see."

(Again I appear to have not taken note of turn ons and offs, and ltws. I will try to remember! Camille wants to be a Criminal Mastermind.)

Nina was saying hello to an old friend.
Nina: "Aw Bonkers, cootchie coo. Furry lovely wolfy!!"
Bonkers: "Silence red haired one. I have an important task for you. Look into my eyes, look deeep into my eyes..."
"Now you are in a trance. You must call over Dina and ask her to move in with you. She will not be able to resist you, and she will say yes."
Nina: (Trancelike) "Whyyyy?"
Bonkers: "Do not question. You are part-wolf and thus shall obey the pack leader."
Nina: (Trancey) "Oookaaaay."
Bonkers: "If you must know, it will be a great blow to the young Caliente children if they are seperated from their mother."

Bonkers: "Now wake up. I was never here."
Nina: "Must invite over Dina.."

Nina: "Dina's children must grow up badly..."

In under an hour Dina Caliente was staring at her sister.
Dina: "Nina? What is it? What do you want."
Nina: "You must move in with me. Because, um.."

Dina: "Oh Nina, never mind the reason. Our relationships are 100/100, how could I possibly say no??"

However, over at Dinas house her children had barely noticed her disapearrance.
Pandolf was busy growing up.
He'd learnt all his life skills as a toddler, and hadn't even noticed mum wasn't in her bed.

The two teens hadn't noticed either.
Roger and Camille had work to be getting on with.

As for Washor, he had a plan of his own to figure out.
He'd been thinking about what he would do ghostwise long and hard, but nothing would spring to mind.
Then he thought of a fabulous idea.
Washor: "I'll just sleep on it. I'll know if it's the right thing to do in the morning."
He said goodnight to the baby twins Marple and Poirot and when to bed.

Of course, Washor was soon up again.
He was a good person. he knew what he had to do.
After moving the urn to the floor he picked up a special phone he stolen from some old vampire's shack not so long ago.

Washor: "Hello? Is Grim there?"
Frances: "The Reaper will speak with you now."
Grim: "Hello? Washor? Good to hear from you old pal! What can I do you for?"
Washor: "I'd like to resurrect this ghost that has been bothering me please."
Grim: "Old Mikey? Are you sure thats a good idea? Awakening ghosts from the past? Excuse the pun."
Washor: "The ghost can't carry on this way. He needs to live."
Grim: "Very well, Washor. You's the boss. How much are you going to pay me?"
Washor: "I'm going to do the right thing!"
Grim: "You do realise you wife will kill you for spending that much don't you? Very well, *click*"

Washor: "That was easy enough."

Washor: "Wooah! What's going on? The green smoke, I can't breathe..."

Michael Bachelor: "I'm alive? I'm n..n..not a ghost?"
Washor: "I have arisen you, under one condition..."

Washor: "You must leave my family alone - forever!"

Michael: "Now what makes you think I'll do that? I'll leave them alone until they're adults, but that's that."
Washor: "What? You'll leave our lives forever - no choice about it!"
Micahel: "Now why would I agree to that?"

Washor: "Because I can hurt you as a human, make you wish you were still a feelingless ectoplasm."

Michael: "Okay, okay. Look, I'll strike you a fab deal."
Washor: "What."
Michael: "I'll take two objects of my choosing from your house, and I'll give you 20,000 simoleans. And I will leave your children alone until they are the legal age to be married."

Michael: "Please? I really am grateful for you resurrecting me. It was a good thing for both of us in the long run. And just think of the 20,000 simoleans, your hissss...wife....will be very happy with you."

Washor: "Sigh. Fine. And you'll leave my kids alone."
Michael: "Um, yeah..."
Washor: "Right. Now go choose your two items from my house."

Michael: "Hmmm. What to take?"

Michael: "This could be useful..."

"And hey, who's this pretty kitty?"
Washor: "That's Sweets, you can't have him. Or her. I'm unsure."
Sweets: "Get off me humanghostman. I'm alive here aren't I?"

Washor: "You can hear her/his plaintive miawing Michael. You can't take her/him."
Michael: "Just watch me."

And so Michael Bachelor strode out of Washors colourful front door with the cat shoved up his jumper, and tugging a ressurectonomitron behind him. Washor wasn't too upset about the things that had left him, nobody'd really miss them. He was just glad ghost Mikey was gone.

Dina woke up in the middle of the night at Nina's house very confused. Why was she here again? She crept across the street back home, just in time for the young twin babies' birthdays!

Poirot grew up!

And Marple!

Say goodbye to the children, until next time!

And au revoir to the entire family.
I hope you have enjoyed my section 5, it took a bit longer for me to get out than the other 4 parts.
Will Michael get back at family Caliente?
What is the true extent of Washors powers?
Is Nina being possessed by the were-beast inside her?
How will Sorrel, Roger and Camille fare at uni?
What about the rest of the children, Farris, Cherry and Pandolf, will they get good grades? How will Poirot and Marple grow up?
Find out the answer to these questions and many more in Part 6!