Being dead tired only made it worse. There were times in those early months when she had been so tired she'd worried she might fall asleep in the midd...e of a BJ. Still, no matter how tired she was, she had never turned Steven down. She had even made it a point to remember to initiate sex.Using that term should remind him of that, and it was something that he'd mentioned that he'd always appreciated. Just thinking about the possibilities for tonight got Donna's juices flowing. She decided that. But to my utter shock or confusion there wasn’t a slightest expression on her face. This whole thing repeated again next day and next and next. To utterly confuse me, other than these short 10 minutes everyday she would maintain a very professional distance. Rather she started complaining to everyone that I was performing very poorly and I was a slow learner. On 4th or 5th day, I felt, probably, I have done a mistake & stopped any initiative from my side in “under-table legging game”. But. " How about untying me," I suggested, "we could do some better in a bed or over there in the straw." Cain't," she said, shaking her head and making her wild hair fly. "They'd kill me, that bunch. 'Sides they owns me. Uses me regular, they does, filthy pigs." You indentured?"She nodded."Untie me and I'll set you loose, signed paper and all," I promised, looking very serious. "Then we can really do some swiving." How you gonna do that?" she demanded, hands on hips, head cocked to the side. "Jus'. I reached it but as soon as I opened the door I blacked out. When I focussed again I was in a bright lab. I kept looking around. I brushed my hair out of the way. I didn't know how I got there but I didn't wait. I tried to find a way out. There was only one door but I didn't want to go that way. There was a vent on the ceiling. I tried to reach but I was to short, even standing on the table. I jumped at it but I still couldn't get to it. The jump just made me fall on my ass. I stayed there.