.." Ashley switched subjects. "I didn't know what I was getting into when I volunteered for this mission." Me, neither," I added. "It was just a simpl... security system upgrade. I completed the upgrade ahead of schedule because Minister Sunday basically had decent estate security. Being drafted does have its perks." Yes," Ashley blushed. Blushed? "I was willing to play slave girl. It's too late now. I am a slave. Your slave. We've been bonded for life." It's a two-way bonding," Wright. He doesnt try to stop me or open the door or even speak through it, he just leaves me to digest what Ive learnt. Oh well, I think, I wanted to know. I sink to the floor with my back against the door, pulling my knees up as far as my baby allows. The tears flow freely when my anger fades. The tiles are cold under my bum and the door hard against my back. Cold and hard, like this life, no matter where I am. As if to belie this observation, my babys growing pains kick into gear while I lean. I was as ready as I ever would be, but I savored the jumble of the city for a moment longer before I picked up my purse and quickly stepped out of the car. Alone, I was taking a chance, but nobody knows me here, and I felt safe enough, and as I walked down the sidewalk, I felt myself getting primed for the adventure of my life.My name is Jeff, I was16 then, and I just made my first foray into the outer world, dressed as a girl. When my folks left for the weekend I took the opportunity to. She put her hand to her chest, nodded her head significantly, and went on. ‘Yes, you’re quite right or course, he always …’, she continued, and I blocked her out, reduced her rambling to white noise in the back of my mind. It didn’t help much, still annoying. I wonder if there was a way to tell her about the cheese without being inapropriate. Certainly not while I’m supposedly listening to her ramble. Ah, it’s coming to an end. Now to finish it off with a vague response. ‘Yes, he will be.