. she was just a toy. A toy to be played with, to be used and thrown away. She was a toy, but he still wasn’t playing with her. Why wasn’t he play...ng with his toy?The thought was immediately slapped down by a bigger, stronger thought: It is not your place to question your master.The new thought was right. She wasn’t here for her pleasure, but for his. She was only here to be played with. She was toy now, and Master would play with her when he wanted to.“Look at you. The truth is, your real plan. Mujhe pata tha ki monu mujhe pasand karta h. Hum dono ek dusre se bahtu der tak baaten kiya karte the aur ek dusre se najro me najre dal kar smile bhi karte the. Monu ki najar baar baar meri chuchi par aa jati thi aur wo meri chuchi ko bahut der tak dekhta tha. Monu mera dost tha aur uski bahan bhi meri friend thi isliye hum sab ek dusre se whatsapp par chat karte the.Main waise whatsapp par mamta se jyada baat karti thi lekin monu mujhe whatsapp par bahut message karta tha aur dheere dheere. .” I looked at Harry and he just grinned.“Yeah, I know. Well guess what, some women actually think that New Order isn’t such a good idea. I mean some of them think they aren’t tough enough but let’s say I’m on the other side. Sure the whole male-female thing needed rebalancing but there’s quite a few of us that think that what Johannsen has been pushing through is way too extreme. Anyway, Harry tells me you might be able to help.”“Help with what?”“He says you can get hold of information on. ”“She does.”“Does?”“Have a job. She’s my daughters nurse.”“She’s a nurse?”“Wet nurse.”“What the hell is a wet nurse?”“Portable milk factory,” said Myndee from the back seat. Abby was burrowed into a nipple and softly slurping away.“You had your baby?”“This is Abby ... David’s child,” she nodded at me. “I lost mine.” The sadness was there.“Abby? Any relation to Just Abby?”“Our daughter.” I continued, “Abby died in childbirth.”“Wow ... I’m really behind,” she said. “Hi Myndee.”“Hi Jannali,”.