He was a biker which always turned me on. I tried every excuse I could think of, and all he had to say was "when you think of something good, you let ...e know." I remember the morning he slid his hands down the front of my sweater while we were in my cubicle, and the next employee due in for work was going to be there and soon. I could feel my nipples harden against his calloused hands, and I could feel myself getting very warm between my legs. He kissed me, and pulled his hands out of my. .. With the element of surprise, the possibilities are endless.”“Okay, I’ll write down what our ideas are then.”“First, my last option, which is what I said before, I hope we get to something else, as I do not want to boot it into practice.”“The last option is to give your body to him? If...”“No, I won’t do that. My last option is to kill him.”“If so, it doesn’t have to be you, I’ll do it.”“How? He has four bodyguards. If any of us were to kill him, the best time would be when he and I were. I like that." I think it is so nice you take pride in your other side, what name do you go by?" Ramona." I told her."Sounds like a good Italian name, Is that why you picked it?" I like that it sounds Italian and Bob Dylan does a good song about a woman called Ramona."I was very pleased mom liked the pics and that she knew I took my other side quite seriously."John, would you come over here sometime dressed up?" Sure mom." You would?"She seemed to think I would not and was rather surprised when. But it feelsdifferent this morning, I can't explain why it feels different itjust does. The visor pings to life and the female voice starts up."Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Normally you wouldbe trained as a maid but the instructions for you are slightlydifferent you will be a wife, a whore, a play thing for some yourmaster, but they will take it from here, we were advised to breakyour mind and they would build it how they see fit. Straight awaythe visor directs me to.