What’s your major?”“I just finished my first year for my Master’s in Psychology. You?”“Pre-med. I’ll be a Junior in the Fall.”“First...time RA, right?”“Obviously. You?”“Third and last. Next Summer I’ll be doing my intern work so I can get licensed.”“You don’t need a PhD?”“I can work under the supervision of a PhD with just a Master’s. I’ll do the PhD once I get a job. What kind of doc do you want to be?”“Trauma.”“Cool. Shall we go check on our kids?”I laughed, “Cute. Some of them are older than I. ” She did and I trusted her. But I could see in her eyes the added dedication for training. I could see her imagining us side-by-side together. I was both scared and proud.• The last two unknown crates had a bunch of clothes and I immediately put the cover back on and walked away but then stopped. Why would they not list clothes? We went back to it and removed the clothes. It was just a layer. Below was another surprise stockpile. The next layer were three battle lances. One smaller like mine. "Are you really Evan's slave?" he asked her.I could hear the awe in his voice. The idea of this beautiful young redhead being a sex slave to Evan was a wet dream come true."Yes sir," Kat said.Evan said, "Kat, Larry is kind of shy. I told him he could fuck you. But he's too embarrassed to do it in front of us. Take him to your bedroom and let him do whatever he wants." Yes sir," Kat responded yet again.She reached out, took the hand of the publishing agent and led him up the stairs. I knew how. " Later on, I replied to the email that I was available, and would be in touch on Saturday. I started getting ready for the “date” early in the evening, sent my new client a confirmation, and told him to meet me at a wine bar in a trendy area just outside of the downtown core. As I left the house, he sent me another message. He said he lived just around the corner from the bar I’d chosen, and asked if I would mind meeting him at his place. As I got into the car with my driver, I asked his.