No kids at this point though we have been talking.I’d met Claire at a company party, our company’s. She was on the arm of one of the managers, an ...ffice guy. She looked good, but she looked out of place on the guy’s arm. I decided to take a flyer at some point during the little soirée. There’d be dancing and nonsense, read drinking, after the three course dinner, the inevitable speeches, and the awards handed out to deserving bureaucrats. Us drivers and loading dock workers never got awards,. "Are you serious?" I finally asked her."Yes" was her quiet reply.I made a fateful decision right there. I pushed the chair back from the desk and turned it to the side."Walk around her please" I asked her.She walked around to the side of my desk, and stood about 6 feet from me."I want you to remove your dress right now".She looked at me with a startled look. I nodded my head, indicating that I want her to proceed.She slowly unzipped the side seam to the dress and peeled off the dress above her. She no longer looked like a boy from the waist up. Between her legs, the water darkened the thin hairs growing on her mons. She was back with her arms and legs around me sleeping as the other girls went to start showering, well except for Lena.“Get a towel so we can dry her off and put her to bed,” I told Lena.She already had one ready. We both walked naked to the room with me carrying Fran. A few of the women were walking in the hall and saw us.I got a lot of brownie points.Lena and I managed. Every slavegirl and her enemy ... Slavegirl and Brett, rather, had taken the coin up in their hand. That had been the plan. Make the sale, shake on it, take Maxim’s fortunes.Just like Grandpa Isaac had.Plans had gone to shit. Even if there had been a plan B, guns had not factored into any of his prep work. He could yell for his girls to pin Maxim down. Even if Maxim could easily throw off his strongest slavegirl, could he do it to the whole army? Then what? Force it into Maxim’s hand? Would.