She was no better now at pretending she was asleep than when she had tried it in the hospital. I sat down next to her and tickled her until she 'woke ...p'."How are you doing, Lady Samantha?" I asked. That earned me a sore shoulder."I'm fine, why?" She asked"Well, I thought you might be a little upset, what with being almost kidnapped and all," I replied. She laughed."Nah. I've been through forced stuff so much before, it doesn't worry me much anymore. What can they do to me that I haven't had. I heard her giggle."I do that too, too bad you're not black, we could be sisters." Too bad you're older than I am. We could be in the same grade nextyear," I said then saw a startled look in her eyes."Hey I didn't mean that in a bad way. At least we get to be cousins,right?"She looked sad, "At least you have a Mom that loves you." Hey no thinking about that right now, I gotta hurry, I'll be late," Isaid."Late for what?" It's one of my chores, to make coffee in the morning." They make you do. I was more worried about earning money then dressing up properly. When I set off on my evening route, at eight pm, it wasn’t as cold as it was now. It was just past midnight. The only protection from the elements, I was wearing, were my fish-net stockings, held up by my black garter belt, black latex mini-skirt, black tank singlet, red and black lace corset and my black knee length boots. I wore my black knickers but no bra. Luckily, I also wore my fake mink-fur jacket or I would have frozen. Slowly her mind began to remember things from yesterday. Yes, the email was sent just as her boss barged into her office and ogled her while spouting a whole litany of garbage about a new dress code. Putting up with him would distract the most organized person.She burrowed back down into her pillow to at least try and get a few more minutes of sleep. Underneath the comforters and quilts was very warm and inviting, while the bedroom seemed too cool. She carefully stuck a toe out to confirm that.