This definitely was notToronto. He had lived that life, the life he thought he wanted, andfound that what he had left behind was far, far more importa...t. Andthe missions that River had explained to him earlier were so muchmore important than getting young hoodlums out of jail. She had aplan for the people: to make them self-sufficient, healthy, sober,and to end the cycle of despair that caused so much suicide amongstthe youth of the people. How could he not want to be a part of that?The women. He’d seek me out at lunch and we’d visit. He was a bit older than me, ex-military, and told stories of having lived all around the world, finishing up in Asia before his discharge.He would refer to his “little woman” or just “his woman” but I never heard her referred to by name or as his wife. I was a little surprised when he invited me over for dinner on Sunday afternoon one weekend. Being a bachelor, I’ll take home cooked food anytime. He did ask if I liked stir-fry and I said I did.I guess. “Yes”“Hi, package for a Miss Janet Finch”, the courier mouthed into the intercom.“Come in, up to level 1, I'll be out in a sec”, she quickly said while replacing the mouthpiece, pressing the electronic security button for a couple of seconds then ran to her bedroom to put on a silken knee length dressing gown, securing it around her tiny waist. Naked except for tan Cuban heeled nylon stockinged legs held in place by a matching coloured satin suspender belt, the flimsy gown moulded itself to. Once in their night clothes, each girl sat on their bed and obediently waited for their next spanking. They shared a dorm with two other girls who chatted happily enough but still sympathised as they saw the mounting distress on the three girls faces.Sure enough, at eight o’clock, the three younger girls entered the dorm and ordered, “Stand up and take your night dresses off.”Each girl obediently stood up and pulled her nightdress up and over her head. It wasn’t so different to being naked in.