Trent hadn’t even noticed it. Raine sighed. It felt like all she did anymore was wait for the inevitable end. She knew she should take control, make...it happen but change wasn’t easy. Living alone would be expensive and all her money seemed to disappear into a black hole of expenses. Besides, she’d been with Trent since high school. Could she really walk away with nothing to show for so many years?But what was left? Trent didn’t care. He only cared about his artwork. Raine frowned at his. " You are probably right then. I haven't done any typing since high school." Personal assistants don't type; I have secretaries for that stuff." What does a personal assistant do?" Waits on me hand and foot. She takes care of all the little odds and ends that tend to clutter up an already too busy schedule. Follows along behind me with a pad and pen to make notes, reminds of appointments and meetings, sees to it that my dry cleaning gets sent out, makes sure that I remember important birthdays. His hand and lips moved to the tip of her left breast over the fabric of her white blouse."Do you wish to get more comfortable?" he murmured.She was confused at first as to what he meant. He sat up and began pulling on the buttons of his shirt. With a flash she realised what he intended.Doubts once again began to cloud her mind. She eased herself upright and watched Yvgeny remove his shirt. He was well- muscled, his torso displaying the benefit of youth and healthy exercise."Katka?" he asked. . and when they have satisfactorily passed all the tests they are taken to the ‘Finishing Room’ where they will be dressed according to the order as specified by the customer; please follow me.”The group passed through another door where they found yet more specialists whose sole purpose was to follow the requirements of the customer and to apply the features to meet the specified order. So it was that they viewed pubic hair being carefully embedded; a wig to the correct length, style and.