More pain. “I’m sorry, Clint. This is all so fucked up. I should have just ... just told you I needed more attention. Instead, I acted like a chil....”Clint glanced at the club. “So you made a choice. You left the stage and chose my attention over others. So it’s time to get it.”“What?”“Strip.”His word cracked at me. It was spoke calmly, not shouted, and yet I felt it wash over me. The sort of command he would give Lee.“Strip right now, Melody. It’s time for your punishment.”I shivered. I had. And typically of Saturn, she was almost certainly a lesbian. Although the brigadier knew little about women, there was no evidence that she had amorous intentions for him."Would you like to speak to me now?" the brigadier asked."As soon as we can, sir," Oxana said. "But preferably somewhere secure."The brigadier and she were striding across the lawns outside Mission Control some several kilometres underground and not many levels above the busy shopping arcades and cultural centres of Lacus. I managed to get a taxi that took me into town I walked around checking out the shops after a while I decided to go for lunch in this little bar, I sat alone the bartender brought me a beer it wasn't very busy we talked for a while his name was Trevor he owns and lived upstairs from this bar. Trevor was a Big Black Man about 6.4, 34 years old long dreads with a bit of a belly on him. I finished lunch was getting ready to leave when Trevor asked if I would join him he was going to take his boat. The only way for her to make that money is to quit hergovernment job and become a real model." I don't know, it doesn't seem right, she's doing all the work." Think of it this way, the government is paying for your apartment andclothes and what ever else you need and we get your wages in return andif I think about it we're getting the raw end of the deal, only nowTiffany is making money for us." I see your point, but I still think it's unfair." Let me know how the dinner with Ron goes, I have.