But I'd told myself I would never let him touch me again, and I knew if I stayed I would regret it. I turned and walked back towards a door, but befor... I could get more than two steps away Master had me pinned up against the wall. "You're fooling yourself." He leaned forward and whispered into my ear. "You'll regret leaving note than you'd ever regret staying." His voice was just as I'd remembered, and it curled up inside me, warming me from within. He had his hands on either side of my head. On her other side, Jenny found herself wedged in next to a large-bosomed and bejeweled Cleopatra who was fondling a rubber asp and whispering huskily to an plastic-armored Julius Caesar, who had just collected two gin tonics. Off to the side a tall man dressed as a full-uniformed London Bobbie, complete with nightstick and whistle, was busy placing handcuffs on high-booted mini-skirted street walker, who was dressed even more scantily than Jenny. With one deep breath, that girl was going to. He indicated he had done this type of surveillance before and pretty much knew what was required. He would hide two mini digital cameras in the room with the bed as the primary focus. One camera for closeup and the other to monitor the room. He would hide the transmitter in the closet behind some extra blankets. The system would be controlled by a remote that he could operate from his vehicle outside where the recorder was located. I left him to do his thing and went back to work. Meanwhile, at. How about bringing in the families of those on the list of reserved occupations?”“Well, the Founders think long term. They don’t want the proportion of Alpha status creeping up over time. If MP's families and their descendants are brought in, all occupations will want the same.”“If we were to limit it to immediate family, spouse and children, with no further inherited status. That might be easier for them to vote for. What do you think Jim?”Jim had gone bright red. Janey was working his.