I’m well into my 50’s he was pushing 30, a bit of a gap. So conversation was slow, to say the least. After a bunch of awkward silences, he excus...d himself. I lit anther smoke, thinking of what I was going to go do in my room. I guess I went into in a daydream when I was shaken out of it by a voice saying “HEY”. It was the younger man; he must have been there for a bit because you could see the frustration in his face. I began to apologize when he abruptly asked me if I was a top or bottom? . Goodbye, Lucy. And good luck." He signed off and Lucy sighed. She clutched a patch in her hand hoping that she'd made a mistake with the serial number. Two-two-five-three-seven -There was no possibility of error. She knew the compound well - it made history, but had only ever been tested on patients in irreversible comas, vegetables. I could, in the matter of days, turn the patient into an almost exact replica of Miss Melissa Jones, the person. Both were on the same flight-path and large passenger jets were continuously passing overhead, but the motel was well insulated for noise.Five minutes after I kicked my shoes off in the room that looked like every other motel room in the country (and probably the world, for all I know), there was a very timid knock on the door. I answered the knock puzzled, as I hadn't told anyone about where I was staying, and it was very late at night. Gail was with Bradford, and she meekly asked if she could. Janet recalled the words of Lee Morgan, her psychologist friend and mentor. "Alwaysremember, " Lee had frequently said, "True control over a submissive is foundedon the submissive being convinced of the 'rightness' of their surrender andtheir complete trust in their owner. The only way to build that level of controlis to not only train a bitch's body but the mind and soul as well." "Ah yes," Janet thought to herself as she walked to the bathroom with themedicines in the pocket of her robe,.