He just rocked her gently back and forth, strokingher hair while she cried out four years' worth of pain and self-blame. Shethought the tears would ne...er stop, that her soul would be scoured to bleedingfrom it, but eventually the tide lost energy and she just felt drained.She picked feebly at the front of Jeff's shirt."I ruined your shirt," she said softly, running her fingers over the mess of makeup,tears and snot that she'd left behind."It's just a shirt."She blew her nose with a tissue she. He found and explored autonomic nervous impulses that controlled major organs. They seemed to be in good condition. He didn’t want to ask for recall and try again. Getting control over this host had been difficult enough. He suddenly realized he hadn’t made an initial report and opened a comm channel.“Izzy to base,” he projected.He waited for someone to answer the comm channel.Nothing.He sent again: “Izzy to base, come in base.”Still nothing.He switched over to mental impulse, which would. ? She had expected to stay chainedfor the rest of the evening as usual, but somehow, thischange in routine frightened her, it felt like a hand clutching at hergut.? Trained to be a pleasure slave,however, outside of enduring the attention of the trainers and keepers, she haddared to hope those days were over. Leading her with a leash,the keeper took her to a drain hole in middle of the floor and she emptiedherself, splashing his feet in the process.?She looked up at him and immediately knew. ” She pulled out 3 silk kimonos with dragons embroidered round them, thy were very fine quality but looked suspiciously short. “We had a client do a trade presentation including these products and he was very grateful for our support. In fact, he said he would be back soon and gave us some samples. I promised to send him some pics of us wearing them. Its called buttering up the client, it’s what we have to do. I don’t like it any more than you do.”Despite some more moaning we all took a kimono..