"Greta pursed her lips and twitched her head indicating the large black void below the Illuminated plinth, Blakey's eyes narrowed and a deep frown fur...owed her brow.Greta beamed, "I knew you hadn't really lost it in all that paperwork, there's still a street-wise cop in there, you see it too." I can still hustle if I need to! Don't you..."Blakey cut her reply short, grabbed a shocked Greta securely between the legs and kissed her deeply. Kate's cheerful voice sounded closely behind Greta."You. He picked it up on the second ring.“Clyde,” he firmly said.“Yes Sir,” he answered as he looked down at Riley. She looked so peaceful, her long hair spread over the pillow, her lips slightly parted as she breathed evenly. The little ball of fur by her stomach was wide awake and watching him, his brown eyes curious.“I understand Sir, how long,” he firmly asked. “I understand, but I need to tell her something.” He demanded. “Thank you Sir,” then the call disconnected.Fuck! He was leaving, he new. Her mother told them I never bothered and that I had left them. The rest of the day the girls opened their letters and cards and we all cried and laughed. And I hated myself for looking at Jenny's butt and Madi's lips and thinking how I was so evil. A quick early dinner and talking about everything and it was decided that they needed decent clothes. Their clothes looked like hooker outfits. No way I could allow them to dress like that in my home. For more than 1 reason, mostly because they. .. this wasbrutally being relived by my neural circuitry, like some sort of feedbackloop.Gradually I towelled myself off, and as I dried my vagina a starkrevelation hit me - I was a female agent, and the worst torture was notthe electricity, rather it was rape. Somewhere between realising that Iwas now vulnerable to worst excesses of a human predator and anothermental feedback of the electric shock my mind caved in. Like a droppedmirror it fragmented."What have I done to myself?!?" I stared.