‘Exactly, you are a worthless excuse for a slave but to your credit you have admitted your failure. As your reward I won’t use the whip on you thi... time. I think the riding crop will do.’ She followed my eyes over to the wall and a nasty looking leather crop. She didn’t think she’d won much of a reprieve until she continued to follow my scan over to the area where the whips were displayed. She shuddered again and said ‘Thank You Master’ in the smallest voice I’ve ever heard issue from her. Indeed, I was wearing a pair skimpy high cut briefs... nearly athong. They were a far cry from my usual boxer shorts. How did I manageto miss that? I stood, staring at my reflection. The more I stared, themore comfortable they seemed to get. They didn't bunch up like my boxersdid, under my new slightly tighter pants. That, and with the exceptionof the narrowish strip of material (I think they were some kind ofnylon) tightly covering my bum crack, I couldn't feel them. The onlything I didn't. "But she just bopped in here and asked what you were studying, and acted like she expected you to take the time to teach her."I smiled. "Yes, that's exactly what happened." And you got me involved and now I feel like I REALLY studied the stuff." You don't mean to suggest that we just got played, do you?" I questioned.Anita shook her head. "I dunno. D'ya think she's THAT smart? And why would she do it?" I don't know how smart she is, but I don't think that's the limiting term. I don't know if. I was going to ask you. Damn, now I have to sit like a clueless civvie." ('Civvie', 'CV', and any derivative, is the term the military uses to refer to civilians.)Daniel laughed, grabbed a cup of coffee, and went to the table to register his presence with Division. He pulled a flat card out of his breast pocket, and passed it in front of a scanner sitting on a nearby table. A small electronic chirp acknowledged that his presence was recorded.Daniel and Frank, basically shot the shit for the.