Barely looking fifteen and bursting into his meeting, defying him, stirring everyone up and boasting about being promiscuous with laboratory subjects....Threatening to bring a media shitstorm down on him... Now what was he going to find? It was going to cost, he could feel it. People didn’t realise what a struggle it was to keep a University going these days. In fact this whole situation was a direct result of needing money: the funding from that secretive Population Trust organisation that had. Just a few magazines to pick up. A few minutes to clean upthe bathroom. I went to my room to make sure it was straight. I made the bedquickly and put a few scattered clothes away. I saw myself in themirror. There she was again. That middle aged woman I saw everymorning, looking back. What did Debbie see? I saw that I needed tobrush my hair a bit, and to touch my makeup a little. I was wearingslacks and a white cotton blouse. Nothing fancy. Probably best thatway. The door bell rang almost. I can get you some clothes but the problem is neither it will be your style nor size..” I joked. “Are yaar kuch bhi lao….sab chalega..I cant be wearing atleast this for sure for a single more second” She laughed. I gave her a T-shirt and pyjama. She went inside the bathroom.I also changed to shorts and T shirt. I went inside the kitchen to make some tea. We needed that badly. She came out with the towel wrapped around her hair. She was wearing the pajama and T shirt that I gave her. The T shirt. “Well, well,” he muttered, twisting his fingers in her hair so that she winced and turned her head to one side. “This is a fine piece of pussy for me to use my talents on! Salute, Don Juan!” The tall man withdrew into the crowd and Master Wolf led Belinda to the centre of the stage as the crowd huddled around them, jostling for the best view. Belinda looked nervously at the items spread before her. There was a black metal frame with a small raised padded cushion in the centre and many black.