I didn’t have long to wait.At first there was a gentle warmth which in a matter of seconds was replaced by an intense burning and a feeling I can on...y describe as like being given a barbed wire wedgie by two people intent on hitting the ceiling with my head. Religion hadn't featured much in my life until that night but I suddenly became willing to convert to any religion to stop the violent burning around the turd tunnel and what seemed like the the destruction of the meat and two veg.. The oddpitch of his feet in the high, pointed stilettos. The sway of his nowflared hips. The heft of his enormous new breasts straining against thefabric of a bra and the white shirt he was now wearing. The terrifyingsense of nothingness that was now between his legs.The parade of tuxedo-clad lady-bodies continued along their course foralmost a half an hour. Turning occasionally, the little processionseemed to be keeping to side streets and darkened alleyways.At one point, the line crossed. “The shuttle AI will use facial recognition and will liaise with police and army. We are connected into the surveillance network at the spaceport. The AI will coordinate with your suit AI. The police and military are aware that we are looking for Grefis, and the Ghoul Maid and they acquired the databases of the faces of the employees of Grefis, colleagues from his war service as well as associates at the War College where he works. The spaceport holo-cameras also cover all hangers and outside. It's not her fault she's little and flat." She's only about thirteen." I wasn't flat a thirteen." You were never flat." The other girl giggled."Are you talking about Emma Myers?" she asked. The two turned and one nodded."Yeah. You know her?" I saw her this morning in Mistress's quarters."Was she eating Mistress?" one of them giggled."Uh, huh. What's wrong with her?" She's been sold, silly." To that awful Gunther man." Is that bad?" Course it's bad, silly. Gunther beats up girls bad, an' when he.