We started basic training and that was when they gave us the drugs and other chemical treatments. That was when we began to die.Three thousand started...and twelve weeks later three hundred graduated, the rest died. We were stronger, faster and smarter. We began the advanced training; flight, weapons, martial arts, intel and reentry insertions and things you could not image. That was also when they gave us the self replicating nanites.With reactions to the nanites and training accidents only. 'Whoa, what happened to you?' she quizzed, alarmed, yet with a calm tone of voice.'Did they not explain?' he asked. 'Explain what?' she replied, a small amount of curiosity settling into her tone. He sighed and her body language subconsciously became interested in anticipation of what he was about to reveal to her.'So I have these powers' he began, 'that allow me to change my size at will to anything under my normal height, and for the majority of my life it's been both a blessing and a curse'.. I had seen him outside earlier working with the woman who had become my Mistress. (I still did not know her name!) He had obviously been working all day as he was dirty and sweaty and smelly with stubble covering his face. He watched me with obvious amusement as my mistress grabbed my by my hair and forced me to my knees on the floor. For the first time, I noticed that she was holding a leather whip in her hands. As Bob walked over and stood directly in front of me, she moved around behind me. “You going to promise me you will let loose and forget about that dumb ass?” I frowned at her, “Yes but no more talk of him, I’m over him remember?” I was secretly hoping Andy was going to be there, just to show him what he was missing. My dedication at the gym since our split six months ago was paying off. I completed my outfit with a tight, white-cropped top, showing off my toned midriff and extenuating my 34DD chest. Sarah was right. Andy was a dumb ass. I briefly reminisced in my head about.