"Yeah," she shook her long hair. I always liked the way she carried herself. She wasn't quite the same as most women I encountered. She knew she was a...tractive, yet she didn't find the need to push her looks on everyone around her. Even now, with her long hair tied in a ponytail through the back of her green baseball cap. She acted like one of the guys. I handed her the papers I held in my hand with the emails. "Don't tell anyone I showed you these," I said knowing I could get fired instantly. I had never looked this hot and I loved what the 5"heel ankle boots did to my legs."Hmmmm, we have a hair problem to solve now", he said. He walked into his closet and brought two longhaired wigs. "Straight or curly?" I chose the wavy, long wig. Brown hair with blonde hi-lites was in back then. I had no idea what to do with the make up he then proceeded to show me, so he taught me how to use foundation, blush, eyeliner and mascara. Done with the lipstick, he asked me to look at myself in the. ‘Yeeesssss … sweet. Like a virgin. Were you a virgin?’ ‘Yes, I was,’ Dinah blushed at the admission. ‘Your breeder did you good, then. You’re sweet …I’ll bet you’ve already taken. In the pit, though, it’s the ones about to give birth that are serviced. Can you suck pussy, little girl?’ ‘My name’s Dinah, and I’ve never done that kind of thing before …’ Sasha grabbed Dinah by the upper arms and guided her to the floor. ‘You never fucked before you came here, either, and I’ll bet you’re learning. And muggin'? It just don't pay no more. Terrorists? They are too stupid to live whether they are Jihadists, Earth First, or Greenies. But they ain't as smart as your average mugger. Or they done got their head screwed on backward. I mean they decided that if they can't go no one ought to. Commies is th' same way if they can't have it (or everyone can't have it) no one ought to have it. Stupid! Even with replicators it seems that there is always some amount of scarcity. To be blunt there ain't.