" Hmm?" I replied half-asleep, yawning. "Oh, yes my love, of course, anything. But the shops won't be open yet..." I don't need you to buy anything. I...just want you to ... be my slave. Just today, from sunrise to sunset." Your slave?" Now I was waking up. This was not one of my fantasies; this was one of hers, I could see in the twinkling of her eyes, though she'd never told me."Yes, my slave. I want you to do everything that I say, all day, whatever it is." Um, OK Ayumi, anything you. I could kill Robbie and drop her body in the canyon.I could kill Robbie and leave her body in the desert to mummify.I could... I could... "Would you two like to be alone?" I asked softly.Robbie was grinning. I knew it without having to see her face. "I thought Traci deserved a reward after her song tonight." I could leave," I offered. Traci stopped what she was doing and lifted her head toward me, though I couldn't see her face."Don't be silly," she said."Traci and I..."Robbie laughed softly.. But eventually the conversation shifted and they again discussed what Susan would do after Ron was gone.At times like this when Susan wasn't in close proximity to her son's erection, she was full of remorse, guilt, and resolve to avoid such 'immoral' behavior. Her recent "nightmare" still weighed heavily on her, as did her most recent vow not to fool around with Alan. Perhaps surprisingly, the loving, romantic high that she was feeling toward her son didn't impact her determination to hold to. “That’s what you torkin’ medics always say.”“Sorry,” he said, though he was anything but. This five-minute encounter with a perfectly healthy marine with going to result in a thirty-minute DOC, of which he was already down five from the previous perfectly healthy marines.Leaving the corporal on the exam table, Gath walked back over to the desk in the center of the room. His holograph station was on standby, as indicated by the rotating medical corps icon that hovered just above the stage. He.