The helmet wrapped itself around slave's head and the hypnotic lights that began dancing across its face immediately brought it into a deep trance.A n...w scene of programming played inside the slave's mind as the lights continued to dance. A deep need to domestically serve began a focus in the slave's mind. It couldn't wait to arrive at Father's home so it could begin obeying.After the taxi arrived at the home of slave's father, slave quietly thanked the drone driving the taxi and slipped out of. " My counselor?" Yeah. Ex-marine."Helen laughed. "You need to go, Cindy. You'll get to see 'em gruntin' an' crawlin' in the dirt an' stuff." Oh, come on, Helen. I was an engineer an' he was a pilot. Neither of us grunt much."She was chuckling as Cindy and I loaded up in the truck. An hour later we were in possession of a sturdy pair of girl-sized work shoes, for which I had to tip my hat to equality in the workplace. And we were at dinner at one of those country diners that always seem to. ....###### Jason and I were always best friends. We grew up together, we played sports together, we got laid at practically the same time by another pair of best friends, everything. This is our story......I was out of town for a few weeks on business so we hadn’t had a chance to hang out for a while, so once I got back into town I called him up to see what he was up to"Hey man what’s up" Nothin, my sister is in town she's staying with me right now, been here for about a week, she should be. “It was great” replied uncle Mike, “I always liked driving through endless corn fields in Iowa”, with a sarcastic grin.I was living in a farm with my family, close to Des Moines, Iowa, and my uncle Mike was visiting us from Chicago. I had just turned 18 and last time I saw my uncle was 4 years ago. He had been living close in downtown Des Moines and visiting us every week, buying me gifts, giving me rides, until he moved away for a job. We sit down at the dinner table. “we have roast beef,.