It's me. Jennifer McEwan. I was able to re-join my husband in Stockholm the week before last week. I have been back in the UK just over a week. The HR...people said they would let you know and I thought I should come to see you." But you can't be Jennifer McEwan. You look so different. Your skin and your body... are you?" Yes, I am afraid so. It's me, Professor." I suppose you had better come in. It was you I was expecting anyway. HR 'phoned me, too — as if I have not enough to do." Irritation. ? Killian released her, she brushed away tears and knelt obediently. ?No master told you it was against the rules to fight?? ?No Master Garak.? She whispered down to the floor. ?Ignorance is no excuse,? he said looking around at the other masters. ?You could have seriously hurt Storm or Rage. Fighting between pets, is strictly forbidden. You must be disciplined.? Little Flower shuddered, ?Yes master.? She answered feeling tears escaping. ?I accept whatever you deem. Over the luxury bed, hung a white flowing canopy and behind it, hung Moroccan themed gold and turquoise wallpaper. She made her bedroom the best in the hall, and she made sure others knew it too. She enjoyed what free time she had, because being a female in engineering was rough, inside and outside the bedroom. Usually she would consider skipping this stupid computer class, considering the boring old professor just read the notes out loud. But today was different, today she had a reason for. Positioning the ice bucket and glasses on a small table by the window, her mind was empty. He was going to thrash her for her procrastination and he was perfect.When she heard the clunk of the door mechanism, she got up, leaving behind the glossy interiors magazine she'd been flicking through while she considered how much she deserved the punishment which was coming.He'd swapped his sweatpants for tight black jeans before going out. He looked good in them and he hadn't returned empty-handed. In.