She nodded. "Sure is," she yelled back, "If you want to survive as a woman, this is the sort of place to learn." But I don't want to be a woman - I'm ...ery happy being a man!" I called out but too late for she was already moving towards the bar. Glancing at the men still eyeing me up, I hurried after her and stayed close by her until she got served. I then found Mistress Angel handing me a glass full of reddish fizzy liquid with ice cubes tinkling in it.I looked at her quizzically. "Red Martini. She blushed a bit and there was dead silence for few moments. I said I should go as its getting late but she suggested I should stay till dessert. She brought strawberrys and ice-cream in a bowl from the kitchen and handed over to me. She took one strawberry from the bowl and sucked it slowly before eating it. She took another one in her hand this time bit in half, then she offered the other half to me saying do you like strawberry. I ate it before I could say no. She leaned forward and started. I have been unable to fulfill the task you have given me. I am not worthy to be your trapped girl. Would you be so kind as to punish me for my lack in achievement?"I had wanted to compliment her on how pretty she looked laying like that. I hadn't had the idea of wanting to see her like that. But it did look good and natural. So when I saw her message it took me a while to get the meaning.There where a couple of things that struck me odd. It was the first time she addressed me as Master. It was. .. She was always there. Awash in his data, flowing into his ravenous mind from every sensor. Amassing, correlating more information than a hundred perhaps a million of the best living organic minds could know. She was there.Her eyes, blue as the skies of earth, seeming to hold secrets that she would never tell. Her hair, those cascading gravity defying locks, golden as the G1 star about which these planets danced. And that smile! Electric as the power flowing from his solar furnaces and as.