They worked in a canned fruit factory where they had to fill the unsealed cans with an exact weight of slimy orange and grapefruit slices. They worked...in an arms factory where it didn’t escape Buttercup at all of the irony of a Buggery woman assembling munitions which would be used on her own compatriots. However, wherever they worked, Buttercup was not the ideal factory worker, although she steadily became inured to the tedium and became better at the repetitive tasks demanded of them. Tracey. That one sounded exciting. There was an icon that looked like someone swimming, imagine that. ‘Activate musical accompaniment?’ Yes. Damn. At least music sounded harmless. That would explain the headphone jack. The last prompt said, ‘Activate training mode?’ Yes. She could guess what that might mean and it didn’t sound good. There were two other new icons, one looking like the two bars of the pause symbol, universal to so many electronic devices. The other was something that looked like a book.. I hissed into his ear that tonight I was his little whore…We chatted for a while until he made me go for more drinks. As I came back I bent over the table to show him my bare buttocks. He slapped my ass hard, making me jump. I felt again a tingle of excitement as I was offering to him…A couple of guys approached and talked with Gunther in fluent German.He soon came back to English, inviting his friend to join us. He warned them that they could only look, but not touch. Both guys nodded their. He worked the week thinking about the couch and his desires for some companionship that seemed to be eluding him since he moved to the small town where he lives now. The town is quiet and nobody really seems to care what some single person living on a road at the end of town does or does not do so he loves it there.The weekend came and if figured his truck did not start so he was late arriving at the owner’s home to pick up the couch. He rang the doorbell and no one answered but he could hear.