”Hearing that, Emma almost swoons with the praise. She kisses Donald deeply and then composes herself saying that dinner is probably ready.They ris... from the bed together and she leads him down the hall. At the bathroom, he makes a quick detour and grabs a towel which he wipes himself with. And then Emma’s drippings as they start down the stairs. She goes to the kitchen to get the food. He puts the towel over her seat to protect it and opens the bottle of wine sitting on the table.Dinner. I was innocent and yet this was happening. I never had sex with a girl or even received a blowjob, and yet I was going to end up giving lots of them. Life was so unfair, I almost wished I were dead.I awoke confused for several seconds. This wasn't my room. Then the blood reached my brain and I remembered yesterday. This wasn't just a bad dream.The light was streaming through my delicate pink window blinds. As I rose, my chest ached, and the strange softness of the nightgown on my shaven. ?Cathy, we have to resolve the discrepancy between the official records and your present, rather embarrassing, status. Don’t worry, though, we are going to process you a little differently than most of our customers.??What do you mean? Are you planning to snuff me, to murder me???Cathy, let’s face reality. You are already dead. It is impossible to murder a corpse. We are simply going to make the best of a bad bargain, and a little profit, as well. It turns out that you are worth far more than I. It would be a way to steer interested parties towards our door while morphing you into a mysterious figure who's taken on the dangerous task of infiltrating our group.”Allison's eyebrows rose. She couldn't deny that was a great idea. Many of her readers would eat it up. She was impressed. Mistress Superior really had thought of everything.“I think... that will work.”“Excellent” Jessica said while rising from her chair. “I'll let security know you're welcome on our campus any time. And I hope to.