Vonda was biting her lip, trying hard to control her temper.Pyx whispered something in her ear.The red-head nodded her head. "Yes, Master."I handed th... gift to Pyx. "Fix her bowl."She nodded, and hurried to the kitchen.My youngest slave brought our food out at the same time as Vonda's.Her bowl had a base layer of potato chips. On top of that was a rueben sandwich on grilled light rye, cut in quarters, so it could fit in the bowl. Lying over the sandwich was a banana and a dill pickle spear. In. Grant me this, as you have never denied me anything since the day we met. Soon enough, you will be joining me in the limelight, where we belong.”One month passed, then two, then three. I was half-way home. The medications were working. My body was blossoming at an astonishing rate, just as Elizabeth had predicted. I had already had to replace my breast prostheses once and I had another new pair on order. Each successive pair had a more concave base to accommodate my own rapidly-swelling. There was no awkwardness, however, when we finally said goodnight in front of the doorman.Chapter TwoOur third date was on Saturday night. We didn't make any plans in advance; we were just going to meet at her apartment. I put on a real cotton shirt and a recently pressed pair of suit pants. I decided to take her some flowers. I knew roses weren't appropriate just yet, so I got ten bucks worth of something else. If she were going to make dinner I could have brought wine, but I didn't want it to. I busted her on her skirt, Which was short to the point of being obscene. Any shorter and it'd be a belt. She blushed at that remark, but moved a little closer to me at the bar. The music suggested some serious moves and she wanted me to join her on the floor. I demurred, and in a moment or so I was rewarded with a slow piece. And this time when she asked I accepted.She immediately came in close, pressing her lithe body to mine. Her hands guiding mine to her firm bum. Her head resting on my.