The computer asked me to be sure that I knew that without a question that the girl with me really was Paula. I thought that would be all, but then it ...sked me to pull her shirt up on the right side and lift her bra strap. I barely saw what looked to be a little mole or freckle I had never noticed before. After answering it told me to wait. About ten seconds later it started to ask tons of questions about what I would let her do and not do on my laptop. It listed lots of things that it could. Then I wanted to know that he had a real job. I didn't want to sell him a house, then have to make his wife a widow two weeks later.He had a drivers license and a Social Security number, he showed me both. He had a job as manager of a auto detail shop. He had a decent salary, but not so large that he could afford to be extravagant."Would you mind giving me the owner of the shop's name. I just need to verify that you work there." I said."I work for my uncle, Tito Rivera," he said."That name. . It's just that, this outfit blends in with the sex-store above us; and I have to do a shift to keep up appearances, so it's convenient -" ENOUGH! I'm sick to death of that excuse; I'm gonna change this perverted policy AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!" he fumed, face reddening. His own crisp suit and tie bulged outwards with a modest gut. "AND WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THOSE... eh..." His demanding question was cut off as he beheld a strange and disturbing transformation in the innoculation bay. For some reason in the company of these two he felt every inch the meek blood slave that Sylvia had wanted him to act like. The lifeless looking young man in particular made Danny feel uncomfortable."Sharon," replied the curvy red head.Danny looked over to Anita's blood donor who was standing silently in the doorway."His name's Justin," offered Sharon."You've met?" asked Danny in surprise. He didn't think Sylvia had met with her siblings or whatever they were in a long time."About six months.