Sone k time me geeta k room me use good night bolne gya to usne nighty pahan rkhi thi…Me hosh kho baitha….Me uske pass gya aur use goodnight bol k...uske lips par chota sa smooch kar liya….Vo boli \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\”oho gudnight kiss de rhe ho….Me tmhri gf hu kya\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\” is par maine kaha ki tu to gf se bhi jada sexy hai….Aur vo hasne lgi….. Me bhaiya k room me gya to vo bole kaha rh gya tha….Maine kaha khuch nhi….Aur room band kar diya….Vo bole aaja isi bed me so ja….Maine kaha thik. If you know... you’ll know — and that’s not the point.”“You mean you have no idea,” Candy said with a sly grin.“No love — you have no idea — that is the point.”Candy smiled and laid her head back on the pillow, smiling.“When it stops hurting will I forget what an idiot I’ve been?”“Do you want to forget?” Andy’s voice softened, the playfulness gone.“There’s a lot I can’t remember,” Candy sighed. “If I could remember everything, then maybe I would want to forget. One of the docs said I might. The Hive waspersistent, patient, and adaptive.Jasper rode into town on his chevaline. He stopped by the storage unitfirst. "Tarhee," he said, and saluted."You here to settle your bill?" Paid in full." Jas dropped a credit spike on the counter.Tarhee processed it with a nod."Not that cube." Jas recited his account number."You're not the princess?" Tarhee asked."Do I look like a princess?"Tarhee used Green magic to scan Jas. Jas knew what was happening but alsoknew what Tarhee would find. Normal. But she has no choice in the matter. Such is the will of her new owner, Pierre Le Cochon. Monsieur le Cochon has a very specific set of fetishes. Priscilla has been altered to accommodate them.Drugs mask her pain but do nothing for her grief. She knows that as a slave her body belongs to her owner to do with as he or she pleases. Her life was forfeit, she knew, at the whim of any owner, but never in her wildest imagination had she envisioned this. What use would she be now? A single tear leaked.