Is that clear, tweak?" Yes, Mistress," I said. This was a dream come true. I couldn't wait to be confined in my cage. I steadied myself to accept her ...irst blow."Tweak, count as we go along," she commanded. "And thank me for each one." Whack. "One. Thank you, Mistress." Whack. "Two. Thank you, Mistress." Whack. "Three. Thank you, Mistress." These were no love taps she was giving me. After I reached ten she told me that she was just beginning. All I could think about, however, was how many hours. This is a dream. I'm still me. I need to check.'She ran to the chair where they kept their newspapers and she grabbedhold of the top one. She threw it down on the ground before her. "The t-e-a-c- her u-n-i-on is a-r-g-u-i-n-g..." 'It's too late,' she thought, asshe recognized that their mental capacities had switched. She was nowbarely literate, and her vocabulary was limited beyond her normalcapacities."Mommy, it's time for diner, so get ready." Karen threw down her arms in defeat as she. One thing you could do for me while you're here. I know you don't like it, and you've had one lot of probes up you already today, but would you do one more for me?" Surely Hilary will give you some of those cells, won't she?" That's not what I'm after. I'd like some cervical cells. Take a look at the real enemy, before I kill it."Sue agreed, and I helped her up on to a bench. Not as good as the Medical section's couch, but it saved a trip. The sample took very little time to collect, and I. . what? It's..." He couldn't see his rucksack anywhere. Startledout of his happy mood, he started to panic. "But it must be there, Ileft it right... there. It's gone, someone must have taken it?" I'm afraid I can't help you son, but I can give you the number of thedepot, maybe somebody will return it in."Calum folded the bus ticket with the number on the back, and slid itinto his jeans pocket. Now his absent-mindedness was from struggling tothink what to do, rather than pleasantly whiling away.