About twenty or thirty pounds lighter, long blonde hair in a pony tail, and an eyebrow ring. Other than that it was Chloe’s twin….. literally! Chl...e got up quickly and walked towards her. “Cassie! You weren’t due home until tomorrow”“who cares!… why is my married twin sister fucking a strange man on my living room carpet!?”“MARRIED!” I said not believing my ears. As Chloe turned to me and shrugged. As I went to find my clothing. I could here them yelling at each other about how this isn’t the. I’d been warned that the thought-speech from my other minders wouldn’t work underground. I was genuinely putting myself on the line. I pointed out that they hadn’t been much help when I was stabbed either; though saying I would be in no worse a position was not much of a comfort.The one thing, the one cheat, I allowed myself was to demand an electric torch from the aliens. After lots of discussion, they agreed a lamp which looked like an oil lamp with a reflector at the back. It would burn for. However, Marianne, trying to justify her role in the program, was constantly coming up with initiatives that just made Allison's life harder and her days busier. She had to spend 30 minutes with each of the most prolific coders of the previous day. They were told they could do "anything they want to her", which, for some of these jerks, involve slapping her and roughly handling her breasts. If Allison saw Jerome's name on the list, she knew she had to do him last because he was going to plug. "It's time to put the gun down, Karl. Cate, you did good. Be a good girl and make your way out behind me and don't forget your coat. Can't have the neighbors seeing you in your work uniform." Her dose of humor under fire calms me tremendously. "Thanks, Mom." As I back out, Karl realizes it's over. He lowers his gun and lets it fall to the floor. Another black card sister brushes past me and secures the men, handcuffing them with plastic zip ties. A panel van backs into the driveway and after a.