Willow saw in Page everything that she had tried to avoid, yet secretly longed for. If Willow looked like Page, people would notice her and talk to he.... They would want to be Willow's friend. The events of the week in which Willow helped Page recover from the blast did nothing to diminish her near hero worship of Page.There were so many things that Willow wanted to ask Page. She wanted to hear how she became a slave and what Lord Blackmon was like. She wanted to know what sex was like from. Staring at the Captain for a few seconds, the underlying message reallydidn't get through right away. But he could see that the Captain waswaiting for recognition. And then it dawned on David, "What do youmean, remain myself? Are you saying I should start wearing a disguise? Get some of those fake glasses with the nose and mustache? Or that Ishould get plastic surgery or something?"Looking up now, the Captain nodded his head in the affirmative."Oh for Christ's sake..." said David in. A few more blinking blue ones to attach to my nipples, and some special larger dots, designed to collect and transmit information and intended to be stuck in various places on my head. The nipple dots were a strange shape, and my nipples needed to be erect for them to attach properly. Depending on how much of a hurry I was in, I could either lie back on the leather, and construct something sexy in my mind, or I could wet the ends of my nipples with saliva, and watch them puff up as the saliva. She presented a very formal and reserved appearance at all times, but had a friendly relationship with Tami. Her hair was always bound in a tight grey bun and she always seemed to wear a white blouse, and black below-the-knee skirt.Tami was quite prim and proper, and felt the need to present demonstrate her refinement — particularly in the company of the older Helen. She was also quite naïve about a number of things, among them the diversity of people living in a large city, and perhaps most.