.." The maid snickers, "I doubt she's having fun, she's a badsissy maid..."I protest into the gag, and she just laughs, "Oh.. I.. I wish I couldspank ...ou, and punish you for betraying our Mistress, Missy, but youknow a good maid can't do that. But Mistress Black is very clever, she'sfound someone that can to hurt you!"Oh gods, Miss Black's loyal servant! She seems crazy! With an awkwardshove she pushes me over onto the bed. My hands aren't connecting toanything so I struggle, but my bound knees. It was clear thatshe had fallen out of bed and pulled them on without bothering with underwear.He was finding it difficult to keep his mind on the job in hand. The air brushcompressor was still humming behind her. She was drinking tea from a thickpottery mug. Funny, the Dutchman thought, I?ve never thought of an artisttaking a tea break. ?How can Iknow?? she said. ?Abstraction still has many adherents.? ?Theseexpressionists are too few. There must be others. Cubistsperhaps? Futurists? Maybe,. "We'll be right out," I say, again with that strange, female voice. What has happened still hasn't clicked in my brain, but Renamon has already figured it out, panicked, formed a plan, and calmed back down. I however, only just now get it when I look down at my hand holding the towel and discover that instead of five fingers of pink flesh and callouses, I find instead four fingers covered in white fur, terminating in black claws, and a purple sleeve with a yin-yang symbol on it covering my. What could it hurt to try huh? So....I waited till the next morning and called Veronica and asked her if her friend was around by chance. Sure enough she was there. I asked if this would be a good time to come over as I had something I wanted to talk to the two of them about. No problem. An hour and a few hits and drinks of courage later I found myself nervously knocking on Veronica's door. I pulled out my pipe and loaded a big ol" bowl and proceeded to pass it around. Veronica took a big drag.